Analysis of Valhöll

Within the hall of the slain, music fires,
surrounds all these doors: closing off echoes
of Odin's laughter - his delightful smiles.
Poetry reflections gather pages
while spears tap tunes against shields on rooftops.
Breast-plates lounge near instruments; sweet wet love,
captured by heart of magical desire,
filled with kisses left by delicate feet.
Intense spirit - come closer to this mind,
set free the whispers which now steal themselves
across the beat of passionate circles,
embrace this wanderer: this warrior
who romances with swordplay and fast roars.
Let the wolf who guards keep us safely wrapped
in quiet shadows the eagle throws down.
Heroes shall applaud our dance, our beauty,
when time; the final battle commences,
slip on my grin and walk proud into war.