Short Valkyries Poems

Did you hear the thunder overhead?
Arise, arise ghosts of the dead
See the lightning flash in the black sky
Watch the rain fall before our eyes
Feel the earth as it begins to shake
Now rising  Odin finally awakes
Look and you'll see the Valkyries
An ancient thousand year old prophesy
Has come to the light and reigns true
Spared only will be the chosen few
I look to the future without any fear
For I know that Ragnarok is here...

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Vallaha as Valkyries scream from
the depths of hell.
Charging out
into the vacuum 
of an unoccupied mind
deafening all who listen
to their monstrous cry
from the bleak wilderness 
called Vallaha.

Scream out to Odin
the scourger, charmer, enchanter.
Bewitched sinner sirens,
resonant, ensouling the strings
of unattended souls.
Lyrics whispered into
the trance of an ephemeral ballet
yet, appearing
epic in length and nature....

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Death's dark angel
Black carriage drives
Collecting lives
Final rewards

The carriage has
Matching horses
Pulling courses
All of them black

Death follows you
All of your life
Toil and strife
Can't escape Him

When it's their time
They all object
There's no respect
Everyone dies

Thanatos rides
The Banshees cry
Valkyries fly
None of them care



Mark Halliday
Ride a Pathya Vat contest - Carriage theme
5 Aug 2014...

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no more ringing
in my ears always
being Quasimodo
screaming about
the bells

i set my house
phone ring tone
to play a MIDI
Wagner Ride
of the Valkyries

and my cellphone
wake up alarm tone
is Bach's cello
bourree which
peacefully draws

me from my sleep
but the machines
at work later take
over so yelling
becomes

the norm for 
speaking so
now i adorn
headphones
after work

to muffle
the rapid
discharge
of shots
at the shooting

range...

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Cradle the weight between my shoulders.
Heavy thoughts anchor down the nomadic mind.
Tired and weary from the constant battle.
Chewing on words from a forgotten rhyme.
On my knees in a steady rain.
Left with shards of a vision torn.
Walking over cobblestone broken and gray.
The streetlights hang their heads to mourn.
Valkyries have long abandoned this field.
There are no angels to take me home.
Crawling ahead to finish this race.
Carve my name into the stone.
...

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