flaxen braids....
the only description there could be....
....
that imposing profile... a prussian walkure...
....lacked a saber scar....didn't need one, she'd won every battle...
this well-constructed legend....
in all their minds, as well as in her own....
I liked her...
of the lot of them
she threw her spear full-force,
clean and clear....
and died alone...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem