My body pulses,
On the brink of rage.
How could she betray us?
In this dark age..
The Valkyries have gone mad,
Having lost Ethereal.
Yet here I stand,
In dark folds.
Zeara...
Lion of the dark..
Prepare to be prey...
And be gone from this world.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
My body pulses,
On the brink of rage.
How could she betray us?
In this dark age..
The Valkyries have gone mad,
Having lost Ethereal.
Yet here I stand,
In dark folds.
Zeara...
Lion of the dark..
Prepare to be prey...
And be gone from this world.
From the unique Valkyrie poem and a story I wrote long ago.
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