O, valiant Viking with a soul aflame!
The Urals greeted you with a bow in praise.
You stepped into the “pit” as if to face death’s flame,
Your debut became a law for all the days.
In the fifteenth battle, in the hour so grim,
One strike — and fate was cast into the gold.
Discipline and Spirit fused within you then and now,
And for the years of toil, the reckoning unfolds.
Above the ring, Mikhail stretched his wing so wide,
And the White Light kept you safe, unseen, untold.
Your spear brought down the foe in but a single stride,
Victory rushed to you, unstoppable and bold.
Your spirit’s steel, your will is granite, strong and true,
In round one you doubled triumph, fierce and new.
Let glory ring across the Urals, clear and loud:
“The Georgian Viking honored us, proud!”
Oksana the Poet
Yekaterinburg
6:00 AM, March 28, 2026
To a Viking of Valor
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