From Prague’s embrace, they sailed with grace,
To Vienna’s gates, a new place to trace.
Vikings bold, in tales untold,
Sought strudel warm, not hearts so cold.
Through forests deep, and rivers wide,
Their longship rode the water’s tide.
Upon the Danube, under stars,
They journeyed far from battle scars.
Vienna welcomed with open arms,
A city of music, arts, and charms.
In streets where history softly speaks,
They found the prize their spirit seeks.
In a cozy inn, by candlelight,
They tasted joy, pure and bright.
Strudel sweet, with apples spiced,
A slice of heaven, thrice enticed.
With every bite, a story shared,
Of distant lands and souls bared.
Vikings, in a moment still,
Bound by strudel’s warm, sweet thrill.
From Prague to Vienna, a journey made,
In search of flavors, memories laid.
A tale of travel, taste, and cheer
