VALKYRIE

I’ve come in
without knocking
She’s screaming
without knowing.
A siege has been laid
and blood, blood all over the walls
are painted red.
The doors are shattered
against soft moans of slow death.
Aaaaaaaaishhh! Arghhh!
hold me, hold me,
for this darkness is gross,
harder, harder,
the power of my movement has no loss
while salty sweat drip to form mighty oceans,
and fiery flames burn to form volcanic eruptions,
earthquake, storms and raging winds catapult
us faster, faster, to the fighting
with our fists clenched in tightened muscles
of spasmodic bloodlust
sensed during the battle of Troy
which overtakes us.
Aaaaaaaaishhh! Arghhh!
Cries of war,
of pain, of pleasure
Impaling her with my sword
possessed by vicious laughter of no mercy
again and again
she is dying methinks,
slowly slowly,
her eyes are lost
fixated on nothing but invisible clouds
cloud 9 methinks again
and suddenly my mind goes numb
and I can hear the euphoric melodies
of cathedral angels.
The war is over
And this, this must be heaven.