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While Valkyries Watched and

Smoke.....

burned my throat.

Stung my eyes.

Hid dying men.... Stifled cries.

Hot lead filled the air.

Death, swept......the hill.

While molten metal rained.

Light, from dying stars.

Mingled, with exploding, shells. 

Their colours.....Speckled, 

those southern skies.

Odin sat on Hliðskjálf,

Deep within Valaskjálf,

Which the gods had made,

And thatched it all with silver.

While man waged war.

Omnipotent.

He 

saw it all.

Giajl © Jim Love