Snow covers the battle scene,
seeing death amongst the evergreens.
A shield and sword in my grip,
in the snow we all stumble and slip.
Have I chosen a cold dead end road,
a grave and dew-licked grass as my abode.
Flat on my back I see a clear sky,
and a Valkyrie in my view as I lie.
Did I close my eyes, is this tale true,
did these maidens choose me and you?
Did I close my eyes, is this tale true,
does Valhalla exist for me and you?
Ice covers a river-side dream,
it breaks pulling me under the stream.
Sunlight drowns and daylight disappears,
an eclipse shrouding the mighty sphere.
Then a female voice spoke, softly saying things,
a myriad of watery swirls transform into a horse with wings.
A body appeared to which the voice did belong,
to Asgard she whispered, like a heroine in a song.
Am I asleep, is this dream as real as it appears,
am I really a hero, my vision of Valhalla so clear?
Am I asleep, is this dream as real as it appears,
as Odin steps forward I say goodbye to my fears.
We cross a rainbow bridge to the other side,
amongst the clouds where heroes of battle reside.
Stood at the doors of silver, my wonder unsurpassed,
chosen by King Odin to live a life of ever last.
In the hall of heroes, its walls lamented with shields,
I am paralysed by the splendour that it yields.
You must understand my friend that this tale is true,
for Valhalla and Valkyries exist for me and you.
Dale Mullock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valhalla-valkyries/
