If
a Valkyrie would come for me,
I’d
be in the trance of one million voices,
Wondering
what I had done
To
anoint this soul
Nonesuch
less
The
moniker of hero
Drifted
mix
Amassing
touch
Fortifying
all inside
The
frigid, frozen
Shameful
scowl
Yet
Within
the agony
Within
the pain
Exists,
still
A
semblance of principle
Au
revoir
As
pillow catches head
The
fall is not as bad this night
Always enjoy your mix of myth and verse, as long as the Valkyrie was nice, they could take me twice, any more than that though and I might hit my head, the fall would cause oh so much dread.
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