Talk:Valkyrie/@comment-30014014-20190803044926

She came to sing...

A craft, well far from the device of war, far from her edicts.

She came to sing, holding a venerated, yet humble sledge, long removed from the front.

Nonelended their ears, keeping it to the angels, thought to be more appropriate. to the heraldry of melody.

She came to sing, and sang regardless of the void.

Then, one came, hearing her lullaby.

Sitting by the gravel, listening from within, no matter the skewered tones.

Was it her first attempt? Or her tenth? It mattered no more.

For she finally had a public. Its size wrestled no importantce in her eyes.

As it shouldn't.