| Valkyries The horses thunder across the sky Valhalla invites only the bravest There is no victory No triumph to be heralded Only tempered patience And lonely confusion Perhaps this is their test These headaches that focus thinking That subvert the soul Forgetting the dry heart The taste of salt That touches the corners of lips Lost battles And the fever struggle Residing in death without dignity Sweet ale and song Drowning memories Washing away passion The sun rises And my head hurts |