The battle’s won
But death is nigh
Red haze of blood
Obscures my eye
I blink, I wipe
I try to clear
But I can’t see
Only can hear
The beat of wings
The rush of air
The winds, they come
Run through my hair
Through blood-red haze
A light does shine
Glowing over
Me and mine
“Come, brave soul”
She says to me
“Come with me now,
And you’ll be free.”
I raise my hand
I take a breath
I try to think
Of what I’ve left
Of who still stands
Who soldiers on
Of who will grieve
Once I am gone
None come to mind
It’s all a blur
My thoughts, my eyes
Centered on her
Her flaxen hair
Her brilliant light
Her beating wings
That give her flight
Her hand takes mine
She pulls me up
Inside I rise
My body slumps
My soul, it flies
With her as guide
Valhalla blooms
Before my eyes
No longer live
But not quite dead
My eyes now cleared
Of haze of red
Odin beckons
Inside his hall
Urging me in
I heed his call
Gliding forward
I take a seat
I lift my cup
I drink the mead
Thoughts of my life
Fade from the fore
My cup empties
I ask for more
I fear not death
Now that I’m here
I welcome fate
With smiles and cheer