THE FURY OF BRYNHILDR®
Original epic poetry depicting the legendary
Valkyrie warrior, Brynhildr by Donna J. Fennel.
Originally quilled on July 11, 2004.
Revised on April 30, 2006.
Alas, passion palpitates ‘midst pall of mine heart ~
From days of yore, cometh a Highness of Isenland.
Burning a dauntless desire of prowess to impart ~
Engraved, and so enslaved, in thy primordial sand.
For ancestors from nether Norse nights that were ~
Are Valkyries of valor, yea their course ever so steady.
Pillaging foreign worlds, unprepared and unfurled ~
Leaving our Valkyrie seeds ‘pon those there, already.
Now from these barrows was borne warrior poetess
A novice glider ‘pon life’s waves of nobles and knaves.
Haunted by drone of oars, sumptuous, sensuous shores ~
Lingers as mine heart’s cadence, under a dire of duress.
Then I loved and laughed long and lecherous forays ~
Temptress taking terrains over, as she conquered lost lot.
Yet yielded to nonesuch seditious or seducing displays ~
Poetess and Viking huntress that time, indeed, forgot.
Mine passion evokes free verse, tho it doth be vain curse ~
That turneth mine eyes Nordic red, erstwhile legions bled.
Midnight sun fuels my violence to civilizations silence ~
As it ignites my love to quill, erstwhile time stands still.
Virtuous Valkyrie fury pulsates veins, as world is tamed ~
By mine army of brave hearts, while victories they impart.
Never to forget mine people who begat me mortal shame ~
Nay, nor dirge of impending doom, harbored in mine heart.
Alas, conquests are naught a crime, ‘midst the winds of time ~
For mine wars doth implored a poetic pantheon I explored.
To questfully quill mine life now, before hourglass stood still ~
Heroine now I be, languishing to become legend in history.
Warrior, sacrifice your ship so I can sample trove of treasure ~
I am Brynhildr of force: A wanton wench and a warrior whore.
Quench from my chalice of malice, so sweet and heady stuff ~
Do swip and swill to get your fill; alas, ye shant get enough!
I am a daughter of King Athangild and Merovius Dynasty ~
Giving seductive study to maidens fair, lust beyond compare.
They learn of kisses and caresses only Valhalla dost profess ~
To provide, erstwhile they ride and fulfill their carnal quest.
I shall bedazzle thee with candlelight, perfumed linen sheets ~
Erstwhile wining and dining ‘midst yonder shores of stormy seas.
Till we are replete. then, as thine heart palpitates and beats ~
I shall give instruction in seduction, for thine life I lust to cheat.
I am a master, presenting pleasure of a mesmerizing measure ~
Through deadliest of kiss, I dost seek to poison with viper’s hiss.
'Midst mortal’s bedding, before wedding shall ye witness my vex ~
For ye sought me, and thought ye caught me through mortal sex.
Where life breathes its baleful breath, and eons pass before it ~
There lurks a power that moment lends for all there to absorb it.
Yea, it makes men greater than they were, yet no more heroic still ~
Than an omnipotence already there, except to notice it if thee will.
Morrigan goddesses, witnesseth our mother Earth and sister Moon ~
And Celestine realm that shines under our father Odin’s mighty sun.
Yea, our Valhalla Pater lends us wisdom and truth through runes ~
In our kingdom where life and death meet, as wars are lost and won.
Sister Valkyries, hold shield close to thy breast as we fulfill our quest
To return bravest legions to their Valhalla region, their final destiny.
Ah, we fight with might for good Halidar, seeking honor for our bless’d
And Odin’s great hall in the fray, for Freyja who hath set our legion free.
We charge into battle ‘pon our wolves and ivory steeds of iron hooves ~
Behold, sun beats ever so high in indigo sky, hearken now our battle cry!
As our battle horns resound Valkyrie victory nigh, where Vikings stood ~
Spears fierce cross arrows much so like hawks in sky, as men die nearby.
Battle progresses, as dead men lay during twilight of this passing day ~
Tho the multitudes I hath slain, ah, my bloodlust doth tire now in vain.
For beckons now rivers of rain ‘pon this plain; I yearn to rest in shade ~
Yet one blow of mine blade wilst ensure to Valhalla another man is laid.
Moonlight evensong now treads ‘mongst legions of this region now dead.
As I now capture and enrapture those heroes here, who died with pride ~
'Pon my winged steed with me, they now glide towards Valhalla's head ~
True to this tale now foretold, the Valkyries shall return brave and bold.
If ye be visited by yonder raven one day, take a moment in time to pray
For we appear as a mystic bird, in herd, to those whose lives are cursed.
Ah, to some who dream we be temptress in disguise, woe be your demise!
‘Tis then we take you in carnal foray, whence it becomes your dying day.
Know from this very quill, I now instill fear in hearts of mortal men ~
For if ye continues war, death we wilst implore and return, once again.
If thou insists on battle, tho Valhalla be our home to which we now go ~
Through fierce Isenland snow, we wilst carry thee towards eternal woe.
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Author: Donna J. Fennel | Copyright ©2003-06 donnadreamland | All rights reserved.
Revised: April 30, 2006.
