Down the hill coming at full speed,
did the valkyries charge on fiery steeds,
not once looking back, making a stand,
for before their fury, no hope could land.
And yet, with the sun setting on their backs,
with victory assured, lazy thoughts their minds did not rack,
They set in like the racing wind, their swords a blur,
lances at the ready, death never so surly.
Into their foes they came, at full pace,
hooves stomping the ground, routing enemies in disgrace,
and like the storm from whence they came,
not one was left standing, man nor game.
In the end, their foes' fates were wrought,
though from the beginning, victory was only a fool's thought!
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