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The Valkyrie’s Quest
A knight was told a tale
about a passage to another realm
having no glories left here for him
He gathered his sword and helm
Many days he wandered, many nights he slept
On his honor Sword on his hip
he trudged on seeking herald
An the magic places of the world
until
The champion came upon the veil of Fay
When knights did ride abroad.
He cut a slash through the ancient shroud
Piercing the mythic fog.
Entering, upon the edge of land and sky,
On the ridge of dreams and thought.
Dwelling there, for his search did lie,
In a realm that bards had sought.
He came upon the mount of Thor,
And glimpsed a maiden fair.
Then lost his heart like fabled knights of lore,
To a Valkyrie with crimson hair.
"I swear to you I will be true,"
He whispered to the maid.
The sun & moon, I will give to you,
For never shall they fade."
She laughed at him, and then turned away.
"You think I seek fool things?
Tell me what use have I,
For the sun or moon, if I possess no wings?
but
If you wish to prove, your love be true,
I have this task, you must see through.
That before we shall bed
You must take this white rose on a quest,
To turn it deepest red.
Go now, on your honor and
By the blood on which you've sworn;
Prove ye true to me dear one
By passion bled from thorns."
All this she bade with a solemn eye as she laid it in his hand.
A blossom white as winter's sky, that burned him like a brand.
"You ask what is not possible!" With searing anguish in his cry!
But only silence heard his plight. Alone, he stood & sighed.
He clutched the rose and rode away, to where he once had tread
To seek amongst the world a way, to turn this white rose red.
He searched far and wide and sought out the sages of the lands;
He chased down heroes, who had fought great odds,
and overcame fierce demands.
He asked the poets of their knowledge from treks 'cross faery courts
He beseeched the scribes for their wisdom, and contacts at each fort
To wizards an oracles alike, did he explain his woeful quest.
He asked of Balder then pled to Odin, neither came at his request.
At last, defeat came to his eye. To Thor’s rocks he returned,
With rose in hand, he wept, fearing he would be spurned.
"I bring your rose!" he cried to the cliff.
Hearing this, she parted the mist an stepped into the dawn.
She took a glance an said "Yes, I see you bring my gift,
Yet left my task undone.”
She turned away despite all his pleas, of love, need, and loss.
Vanishing back into a of sea of mist that swirled, churned, and tossed
He mourned and wailed.
His fingers closed tight, grasping the thorny bud.
As it pierced his skin, it flushed the rose, with vibrant crimson blood.
"Come back," he breathed. "Your task fulfilled,
Your knight's now seeking you."
She swiftly appeared, summoned by his will,
An passion burning anew.
In his trembling hands, a crimson rose, the tribute to desire;
She took it and tucked it in her robe, the gift from her sire.
Clasping hands, side by side, as mist swirled about.
They walked hand in hand, through the fog,
Into the land of little doubt.
Valhalla!
By S.M. Hall
Copyrighted Material 1999 - 2004
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