~ By Courtesy of Others ~
On the Battlefield
I am there,
Pushing, clawing,
Driving my spear into an enemy
Valkyries come,
In a cloudy mist,
Picking one after another
Warriors, fierce, in worn cloth,
Go to their final rest,
In Valhalla’s halls they will stay
Sweat and blood fill my eyes,
And just when I think it is done,
Out of the corner of my eye
I see my strand, cut,
I die….a soft hand picks me up,
I lie across her saddle and ride
And when I arrive
In that warriors´ place,
All of the fallen are there, we embrace
In slumber our might
Will grow and mend,
The final battle comes for all men.
© Larisa C. Pole Kenaz Kindred
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Image: "Maid of Iron", © Rowena Morris, Her Official Website