Monday, July 2, 2012

A Song for a Valkyrie

You'll notice that the recording only covers a portion of the song, as it appears here. The reason for this is the program I use to record, has a 3 minute recording limit, and instead of recording this song/poem in two parts, I simply choice to omit many of the similar sounding choruses from the recording here, as I feel the pacing, tempo and rhythm are illustrated clearly in the instances I did record, which you can easily apply to the unrecorded portions, as you read along.


As A young man I made
Many a dire plan

To find an angel
Who’d take me from a life
I no longer wished to live

Racing, I made my way
To what, I deemed
a final resting place

It was here, where she first came to me
Grabbing hold my hand and arm, she
So easily disarmed the pain which grew inside
Granting me the comfort there, to see the truth behind the lies

In her embrace, within her grasp
I knew she would ne’er deceive
Even knowing this, I knew, her
caress could never last

And as her gaze began to shy apart from my own
she whispered what I most desperately had to know
Four words were then bestowed unto me
Four words, to forever alter, all I’d hear, all I’d ever see 

“ It’s not your time”

Ay ay ay ay
From the sky
An angel cried
Ay ay ay ay
From the sky
She saved my life

For years I’d think in dream
Of how she appeared to me
Simple it is, to recall, how I’d felt
Enrapt, aglow, her love, alive within this altered shell

This time though was long since past
And many suns and moons had elapsed
I’d grown old
And looking back
I now realized, that without her appearing then
None of this would ever be,
The lifetime of love we shared entwined
Gone, with all the rest my memories

Ay ay ay ay
From the sky
An angel cried
Ay ay ay ay
From the sky
She saved my life

But today I understand
No one can predict the fate of man,
No one knows how or why,
When it will first start
Or where it will find its end 

And that is why I die today
It’s my time; I accept, I must
there is no rhyme; there is no reason why
Let faith be strong; I must entrust
That one day she’d return for me
In a light that’s forever long

Ay ay ay ay
From the sky
An angel cried
Ay ay ay ay
From the sky
She saved my life

Fading quick
And there she stood
Still looking every bit the memory

She held me tight, easing concern
I knew what next must come to pass
This much, I knew I’d earned

Ay ay ay ay
Up high
The sky grows wide
Ay ay ay
Ay ay ay ay
On her wings
We would fly
Ay ay ay

Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
On her wings
we shall fly

Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
Way up high,
In the sky,
On Her wings,
We will fly

Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
To Valhalla
We shall ride
Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
Past the sky
We’ll soon fly
On wings
Of Val-chi-rye
Life begins again

Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
On wings we ride
Up past the sky
To Valhalla’s gates
We’ll soon pass through
Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
In valhall
I’ll soon be at home with you
 
Linked up to D'Verse for Open Link Night, where the mic's always live, and the joint's always packed, with poets each part this globe. Claudia is tending the bar tonight.  Be sure to stop on by, take in some great poetry and while you're there, perhaps inspiration will strike, and you'll share one of your own as well.

14 comments:

  1. I like how you wove in the myth and kept the rhytmic flow from beginning to end. Much can be found as one gives it a go around. There may be no rhyme or reason why but you sure let the rhyme fly, enjoyed much.

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  2. This one made me cry a bit, Fred. Very moving words. Reminds me of that song about the Vincent motorcycle, a bit.

    hope you are well. Sorry, for my absence. I'm working a lot lately. But out enjoying some great poems today.

    xo

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  3. ha nice...loved your singing man...smiles....and def you set a good pacing in this...some fine story telling as well...and when it is your time it is your time...live long in the arms of the valkyrie...smiles.

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  4. I like how the young warrior seems to rush to death and glory like a lover but with maturity seems to realize it isn't his time. There's a lot of imaginative space in this one. Your recording was really impressive. How did you pull off that accent? Another stunner from you.

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  5. Beautifully done with wonderful pacing and forward motion.

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  6. This was great Fred... Loved hearing you read and then sing it too. Your have quite a nice singing voice. I'm glad it wasn't his time the first time and she came to him to let him know because, when it was truly his time, he wasn't afraid and seemed to actually be waiting to be with her. Love tales about the mythical beings and the Valkyrie are one such :)
    Lovely.

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  7. so many of us wish there was someone or something to take us from where we are, but the only one we can depend on is ourselves

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  8. Some serious character assimilation here fred...
    getting deep into the piece digging around for
    essence and a reality embedded within your own
    creation... took me to the idea of my ancestors
    in the old country, spinning a yarn and dreaming
    of heroic tragedy... your commitment is infectious
    and drives the piece...gives it heart and invests me
    in its deliverence...


    big up bother!!!

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  9. Very descriptive - kept it all in the now while progressing through time and space. A mythic poem, indeed. Well done.

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  10. Really enjoyed the reading Fred-most bardish, or more accurately, skaldic. Valkyrie is such a universal image, I think far more feminine than the christian angels, many of whom seem to be rather stern men...but valkryries, as in your poem, have that haunting feminine give, the ambiguity of their nature yet the clarity of thier purpose--very feminine. Anyway, those are the thoughts your warrior's death sing made me think. Enjoyed it very much.

    Fading quick
    And there she stood
    Still looking every bit the memory

    Haunting.

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  11. very cool..read it first and thought..wow...that refrain reads like a song..and then i listened to the recording...way cool fred..

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  12. A wonderful poem...great storytelling.

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  13. Very pretty singing, and as ayala says, great storytelling. A ballad really. k.

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