I Came Here by Fighting


Valhalla, Valhalla, I came here by fighting,
Criticized in life with words cutting and biting.
A lone girl seen as a bloody whore,
Armored and painted, struck down in a war.
My hair is long and fiery fierce,
My muscles are toned, weapons ready to pierce.

Valhalla, Valhalla, I came here by fighting,
Seated in the hall, hair golden by lighting.
Right next to Odin, brethren by his side,
Rode amongst men, was struck down and died.
The Valkyries chose me, a female alone,
A privilege given to sit near the throne.

Valhalla, Valhalla, I came here by fighting,
My blood was spilled, sacrifice uniting.
My sword sank deep into the enemy,
The horse covered in blood—red on ebony.
Red victory dripping down the blade like wax,
I turned my head, neck met with an axe.

Valhalla, Valhalla, I came here by fighting,
My body broken and lifeless, face quickly whitening.
My short life set afloat on a raft made of wood,
Body small, folded up, reminiscent of girlhood.
The flames on the water licked up at the sides,
The raft quickly vanished, swallowed up by the tides.

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