soft petals fall flowing thru the gentle breeze...
many men are fallen
many more clean their war axe..
Valkries on golden wings carry Men unto vahilah
the feasting has begun
bosting is always done...
But back where petals fall
girls well out with a joyless call...
some draged off by the Conquors..
some slain where they lay,
other left to tell their tell ...
thus is the way of warriors...
thus is the fame spread,
if you find it not fair
the winds would ask,
if not for them how would you know?
for light is nothing with out dark
by
skyfire
date unknown 1999