Never has a poem struck me. Until now.
Following thy guiding light
Fill your soul with bravery and pride
Raise your sword and hold it high
Speed your horse and pray to Tyr.
As we fight and if we die
To the hall we all shall ride
Brother of mine, don't be afraid -
Valkyries shall show the way.
Heed her call as you fall
See the horse she's riding on
Gallop fast behind her horse,
Brothers stroll to heroes' hall.
Face the death that came for me
Blood is all that I can see
Farewell to the battle, I fall
I'm off now to Valhalla's great hall
Farewell.
Irony thy name is Dreams.
In other news, dreams aside, I find a strange excitement over starting the Derby team with Hela. Once I am returned from Kabul after the holidays, I think it will be the best distraction I've ever had. Plus, who can argue skating and being pretty awesome?