I stand 'neath wintered sky
And mock by my life
Winged Goddesses.
Bolts from on high,
Blue crackling death,
Thrown with careless hand
Have not felled me.
Surrounded by their circling fury
I smile
My body is battered
But my arrow is true.
Black and fleet
Their wings churn the sky.
They point now to one of their own
I have winged a Valkyrie
Sometimes, when you have cheated death as many times as I have, You feel a little cocky. This was one of those times.