Poem: Valhalla


A silent warrior stood alone
Waiting for what the night would show.
Glory of battle was fire in his head,
Love and sadness lived in his bed.
This lonesome warrior, none would know…
His death in battle, a glorious feat
And into Valhalla, he sits ´fore high seat.
Odin, and Thor, and Tyr too
Would sing with him until the night´s through.
And then into battle again he would go,
This lonesome warrior none would know.

(Andrea (Knicole) Seacris)


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