The Road to Valhalla

As the war winds down upon this hill

The souls of the dead won’t keep still

Their eyes lit as embers on the ground

Their voices whisper in the air all around

Under a red moon we all sit in the hole

Living and the dead together as a whole

Bathing in rivers of blood mixed in mire

We wore pale skins in front of the wire

The breath of the dead hides this domain

As fear devours what little sanity remain

As the sun rises against a creeping terror

Time has ceased from this cosmic error

Silence grips both the living and the dead

As they stare into doom pass their head

Warfare blackens the skies with crows

While the earth quivers because it knows

That you will descend upon the firmament

Lovely Valkyrie who personifies judgement

Take us into the halls of heroes and eternity

Save us from this plague of absolute futility

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22 March 2016 / 6:25 PM

In the office / Wednesday