The collector of my soul

You watch,
My battles,
My struggles.

You wait,
Circling above,
Where will you take me?

When you decide,
When its that time,
Where will you carry me off to?

I see you to,
Your eyes pierce my soul.

You see the inner me,
The truth,
Who i really am.

I anxiously await the day i meet you,
When you come collect me,
For my next voyage.

Your an ever watchful Valkyrie,
As i earn my way to the next plane,
Until we meet.

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im Norwegian i was looking into different aspects of the viking culture my different things i like the idea of a Valkyrie kinda like the grim reaper different if i died would i go to the underworld Valhalla just thought an interesting idea