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.
As they ride in glory, the reflection of light-
bounces off of their armor in the night.
To the mortals who look up at the sky,
they realize it is no longer pitch black,
as lights of blue, green, and purple paint-
the sky above into something far from faint.
The warriors ride on, casting the sky aglow,
as a war rages on feet below.
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