• Craving chaos, parched and lost to hate
    She watches from her chasm’s depth and smiles
    To her, such primal urges are innate
    This Valkyrie is not to be beguiled.
    “Come a little closer, dear, and say
    All you’ve held within your tortured mind”
    And if you’d rather not show her the way
    The route will be, forever, hers to find.
    Talons delve to marrow with relief
    Tearing veins from flesh and bone alike
    Your heart will wet her lips and sate her grief
    But not before her feast has bled you dry.
    Be careful what you wish for, lest you be
    Another lost to love’s depravity.