James Jarrett - Bird on the wing

I stand 'neath wintered sky

And mock by my life

Winged Goddesses.

Bolts from on high,

Blue crackling death,

Thrown with careless hand

Have not felled me.

Surrounded by their circling fury

I smile

My body is battered

But my arrow is true.

Black and fleet

Their wings churn the sky.

They point now to one of their own

I have winged a Valkyrie

James Jarrett

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