mrdaft

On Valkries backs

There are days when even angels cry
On those rare days the skies shudder
With disdain seen for the gift
Lifted from below
The fallen must once again rise
On horseback and trodden
They must raise their arms
Let the nirvanas take over
March into the oncoming
Horizontal rain of fire
The piercing is warmth
Felt from in to out
The grounds emerald turns ruby
These few weak and afraid
Show courage even in downfall
For butterfly women shall carry
Take their souls to Valhalla
It is not a flight for the non-valiant.
Heroes.
Not a word they would use
To them it was the thing to do
When we pray at night it is to them
The proudest men ever
They carried the future
Shown that itll rise
No false deity having won
No chapel of a millennia
A promise for life.
Nothing less or more.