The Valkyrie Portal
Valkyrie like fronds of a fern raze taken under black wings
sifting through glass for faces when heaven shatters
three winged tortuous creatures resurrected by disciples
seraphs whose presence blesses the sands
in the lands to the west at the edge of the world
near the now forgotten lake of Avalon
the frigid winds against the old mountains
just before the forgotten desert thirsting for the waters ethereal
if the mountains were to break
the waters canst dare not rush into the sands
for it is the valley of the seraphim
the fire angles that paint each other
with narrow brush held at handles end
they inspect each others' shell with great intrigue
often humming song with great pleasure stricken expression
at whim they fought with anger for brief moments
never causing wound never taking their daggers
each with an orb of light attached to the handle from sheath
a few with with cane atop which sits a glowing sphere
the great mountain rests atop the wickedness
to no other Heimdall approaches Asbru
the bridge of fiery time withheld
Valkyrie walk from each other in large wheels
to open two large doors in the side of a mountain
large enough for castles to pass without collision
to reveal within the mountain stars of the evening sky
through which fly two angels to join the him
they land as the earthen barrier is resealed
two soldiers to confront one is white other like
thus yet the second turns to red of blood
poisoned with wroth and loth
an intent to deliver great quantities of sin
the zeal of monstrosity a red dragon in midst
blood of fire without causticity to caustic flesh
the mending angels feel wealth in punishment
their wounds burn to agony in the presence of the deceiver
their pain drives them to battle with wounds of driven war
the second perfect Valkyrie trusts his brother complacently
and fractured bodies become stricture of the soil
like song in serenade to sulfur blend
beneath the endless skies of whiteness
fraught with sounds of enmity replete of darker storms
an onslaught of aftermath duly to creation
the lines in the sand of sliding toes leather bound
to the agent provocateur enlisted of repletion
subsequent to inconsistent abhorrence
wicked of the wandering nomadic apathy yet resolute
until the poisonous wresting of terror fuels folly
even unto the brother as guest assaults evil reprieve
and many unto the fallen were but low of great
until the sky spoke in the way that only it can
and the sound of pain echoed to boundaries of existence
the air took great offense to life resounding
thoughts multiplied in dementia to spite all thoughts
even then their ideas were forced upon each other
in a solidarity of consciousness trespass upon the Alfather
thus were the angered retching and the wretched writhing
causing the flock to fold and fire's light was cast
onto the red Valkyrie isolated in damnation
it began to spew blood from its lungs and mouth
clasping to fear and striving for less then death
thereupon the floor before pristine judgement
at the sight of cowardice and revolt
the red thing became pallid of vibrancy then black
and cursed its purged soul as whence
but tortured and lament strove to distance from the liquid
at which of shame began a newest cold
and mangled were the wings and strings of angels only one
his brother and the other all could stand
when mercy came in forms of grave disgust
it was blood but that of man reckoned of a tired state
gathered always are winds of fate and summoning
the gate of mountain sky was vanished as the stars sang note
and winds of change scattered not the flank
but the blackened traitor was put to test
dropped from on high with a body of heavy metal
to the darkest expanses of hell and high water
forced to consume other blackened souls to survive erosion