Read Poems by
The Battle Maidens
A guttural yell, his glare on me:
“Next you I shall fell, the heathen ye!”
Abroad-sword up-held, he made his charge:
From gored-haze unmeld, o’er corpses barged.
Lurid darkness seeped, into our minds:
In frenzy we leaped, our blades malign.
Iron imploded, and blood galore:
Forsooth Odin sang, of savage chore.
Post berserk fray by, mutual expiry:
Awesome in the sky, lo! Valkyries!
They galloped and soared, spying the dead:
The brave they hallowed, so to us said:
“You two brutes have fought, zealous causes:
‘fore Ragnarok brought, join our forces!”