Trailing twisted shreds...
(Sunlight, moonlight, as one,
When the many, merely stars,
Waltzed Comets in Universal
Step, stride, twirl...)
Of warrior armor, his luminous
Fixed-red blood in seeming
Stasis.
He strangled shaking eyes
To once-fair face, stammered,
'Why tears, Valhalla Lady?
My task to die, yours to ride,
Guide to the Hall of Warriors
Where, horn-in-hand, I boast,
Drink with my kin.'
The Valkyrie's horse puffed
Ice mist, slowed, shook the
Earth with its head. Turned in
Air.
Turned the world in Time.
'I loved you, warrior. I had
Hoped...
Take this necklace, to wear in
Battle I return to you.
The Dead...
The Dead never speak
While alive.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem