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.