Shield Maiden

Lurching from the gallows of purest nature, character of facets reflecting hurt;
Flutter in breeze, seeking tribe, deep ache to merge.
Finding hesitation - frigid, clean, pure, untouched…
Bitterness through decent; divisive ophidian hellscape.

Mutter your truth into the glaze.
Hardening edges until they mock discards of cathedral windows.
Cornered desires with unfolding wrath, swallowing your release, muffling your divide.

Be as you need. Be free.

Reluctant yearning, denying the fullness in clouds eager to burst, exposing their nature
Recalling chance meetings as windfalls of chaos and spite, seeing into the depth of such the natural shadows
Tangling in the web of ones predator, plucking strings; taunting, snarling back with venom surfacing.

Free-fall with me, challenge a duel in close quarters, match my own wolf’s maw and compete for my naiveté.
Gamble with me, cubes of horses bone and dotted indigo ink, I thrust with wit to your riposte of deception.

Trace my fingers on your scars.
Tears you dab from my cheek will find your burning.

Shield Maiden, call your Valkyrie to melee;
My quarrel is done, spear discarded.
Regard my back. That is what I leave you.