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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
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Bird on the wing
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.
#death#poets#irony
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
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