Valkyries Of Valhalla Poem by Kieran J1996

She whipped her sword out with a gentle sigh,
Then held it glistning up so high,
Reaching up towards the sky,
Many tonight were going to die,

On her shoulder sat a bow for spare,
Her steed the size of a matured bear,
The enmy fixing her with a glare,
But nothing could give this Warrior Queen a scare,

Together they rode out, towards the fight,
Red ran everywhere, a gruesome sight,
Then the women quickly took flight,
They few up into, the darkened night,

From up high they rained down, lethal fire,
The mens situation already dire,
Up they climbed, higher and higher,
In their eyes a hungry desire,

The Valkries are an unstoppable force,
Right from the myths, of the ancient Norse,
Each rides a mountinouus horse,
With deadly manes, both soft and coarse,

And thin with a fiersome cry,
They descend from the black sky,
Those below, about to die,
No one won against, The Warriors Of The Sky,

The women landed with practiced grace,
Taking up all available space,
The fight now a deadly race,