This was a dream I had once of a very beautiful girl who came to me, but suddenly went away.


Valhalla

On the shore of Valhalla
My heart is with her
A brisk wind blows, my knees weaken
To see her face before I am beaten

Love, My Love!
I see you afar
I reach, but cannot grasp
Farther and farther she slips
Beauty, past my finger tips

The waters drown her
waves throw her

What am I to do?
My love, from the shores of Valhalla
lost into the depths

my life no more meaning
this soul, no light

Need my love, or I shall rather...
..die



Poetry by -dustin-
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Written on 2009-08-07 at 00:08

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