Beware the moment
The Viking struck
And stole a mountain
And gold
And your soul
He took an hour
Or maybe a day
Of your life
When you weren't looking.
You let him in
He took his time
He sucked away
The utter darkness
And left the void
Which you fell into
Taken by the night
Falling out
Everything is the same
And the stillness
When his presence may linger
Is not the only way you'll survive
If you could only thrive
When Spring comes to your mind
Running the game is a bit of a fascination
It's all he knows.
He was desperate
And lost
And only shattered
By a past he remembered in flashes
He had to get back
What was taken
By force
By those who didn't love him enough
He'll take it back
You'll only suffer a bit
You're making him happy
So take it in stride
Swallow your pride
Be his source
If only for a little time
It's worth the trade
Your soul for his.