Writer1326

When the wind is an icy hug,

and the snow is a blanket, holding the ground snug,

when the trees no longer sway, rocking back and forth, 

and a fire is ablaze next to a comforting hearth,

Deep into a bloody war,

when time begins to slow, 

you can hear the Valkyrie's loud roar. 

The sound so beautifully terrifying, you know-

they've come to collect many souls. 

I’m getting older,

and a little less wiser.

Each day ticks by,

and I don’t cherish every moment.

My favorite season's chilly sigh-

is cast upon my cheeks as I look up-

Deep into the heart of war,

Valkyries ride, as they soar-

above the land of mass bloodshed.

Whisking away the souls of the dead,

bringing them to the magnificent Valhalla.

A storm is brewing ahead,

as everything falls dead,

the leaves are no longer green,

and the sun cannot be seen.

Dark clouds cover the blue sky,

as the wind kisses the land like a sigh.