Valkyrie's Star

Time is a fickle thing for those healing. Fear and pain are the feat. Cocooned they must be in self-growth. Scorned by deceit and jealousy Drenched and cold, Kicked from that of worship Fresh from the Siren’s lair, Aphrodite grins at your descent. Chivalry, the dying breed, A streak of white… Longs to feel warmth again… Whispers fade in your falling. Lost in the sea of thoughts Peace and tranquility leached. Thinking for oneself again Beauty stripped to He timidly holds his shield abreast Blackness entwines the wings… Wary of making a decision… A subject to death once more. Fresh is the scent of the sea. Tears of misfortune. Barnacles no longer feed Quenches the reaping ground. Off of his efforts. Reflections of moonlight dance with Determined to find Devilish shadows… solace again... The siren’s call Still persistent sends Black wispy chains from the sea. Snares the mind Stifles movement Snaps a twig And that of the Valkyrie. Wings splays into motion. Slicing The bond of old Envelopes him in down. Warmth is given to his worth Sheds the armor of old Comfort and passion clean the soul A beam of light to the heavens. Knocks Aphrodite from her Grinning perch Scarring the cheek The cost of jealousy.