The Battle Maidens

Written by: Alfred Wilmot

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!”