Hope you like HTTYD This is Berk—a wet heap of rock, Where the waves and the Viking memories lock. Twelve days north of Hopeless, in the biting chill, But the fire in our hearths is never still. For seven long generations, we’ve held this ground, Where the spirit of Thor and the sea are found. The village is sturdy, the sunsets are gold, With stories of glory and ancestors bold. No longer a place where we hide from the night, But a sanctuary soaring in tooth-and-tail flight. The 'pests' are our brothers, our partners, our pride, And we’ll weather the storms with a dragon beside.
LOVE HTTYD, made poem long time ago
