Kalynn Rakes

Vikings

To pillage a woman’s soul
To ravage her passion in whole
Is but a simple task for men to take.

Just plunder her pride
And mar what’s inside
Then ransack her virtuous lake.

One more voyage to sail
Another woman to scale;
Her soul now rusted and decayed.

He sails back on his ship
While closing his grip
A woman no more, a harlot is made.