Her form was surrounded by an energy, an aura, she was unique
Few men ever saw her, she was discreet, and her skills were elite
She served Odin, collector of the dead, those who fought bravely
Chosen for their courage, they were neither virtuous nor saintly
Each of the slain warriors she'd brought to the Hall of Valhalla
Felt alive near her, for she was powerful in mind, body, valor
She looked out over the battlements,waiting for Odin's next call
Ready as ever to serve her lord and his minions, inspiring all
For when Ragnarok happened, she and her sisters of cold steel
With Valhalla and the One Tree burning, the scene was surreal
If fate had decided or not, she would help defend the floodgate
If invaders destroyed this place, they'd not survive to celebrate
