Every time
you're a Valhalla,
or some other land,
the most rushing meld of pallor
in our heldest hands.
You're a pinnacle of journey,
a warm and safe abode,
in the burden of the box
you're the lightest carried load;
my shoulder no corrodes.
You're the best seat at the banquet,
you're the high in every view,
you're the finery in gliding,
you're the wing of every flew.