First Forever
And Odin, so pleased by how his warrior poet fell in battle
Sent his most cherished, most beautiful and beloved Valkyrie
Down to carry the warrior back to Valhalla.
As she descended upon this warrior poet,
Their eyes met and centuries of time passed from his steel blue eyes
To hers, green that reminded him of the rolling hills of his home far away.
Her strong unflinching features softened, his pain faded away,
And a mix of their histories, ages old, carried them back to the hall.
There, before letting this warrior poet join the other Einherjar,
Odin granted him one request.
“Her,” said the warrior poet without hesitation,
“She, the one who brought me to you, to sit by my side
In the hall and in my chamber until the day of Ragnarok.”
Odin turned to the Valkyrie and, with a nod, it became so.
Copyright © Ryan Kelly | Year Posted 2012
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