Freezing winds only numb the wounds
Carved in the chambers of clandestinity
Just as the taste of death as of the tomb
Thitherto hide her femininity
She climbed the haunting, winding staircase
Earshot of the quarrelling pharisees
Who'd signed her execution's warrant
In throes of would-be jealous fantasies...
An archer's quarrel brings the procolamation
Of war toward the eastside castle turret
As gibbous moonlight bore an incantation to
Odin who'd scorned the signed contract to clarret
Our armies amass ten-thousand strong
Marching on toward the battlefield
Like savages, a vigorous anthemed throng
Slaying all with the broadswords that they wield..
(Flight of the Valkyries)
The Valkyrie are flying
Attack the shambolic corps
Their feeble kind lie
Splayed and conquered
Dying about the
Cold, hard woodland floor...
All heil the dark ones
Valhalla's hellish paramours
They set to ransack and plunder:
A thund'rous clash of valkyrie chords...
