To Valhalla

Lady Sif, sheath your blade,

To peace I surrender.

On Odin’s forge, he made

You, Sif, the defender.

Are you Iron and Steel?

Does a heart beat beneath

Your armor and your shield?

Here, take this laurel wreath

And wear it in victory.

We’ll meet; promise to come?

To Valhalla resting

My head on your bosom.

© CGT, 2017.

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