(Elegy for a Valkyrie)
The day when I sought vengeance
My Pain suckled, on the breast of Hate;
The past became an enemy,
My hidden scars, could not escape.
Time has helped those deamons pass,
From the evil of that thing;
Now I never cry when angels die –
I have no need, for their wings.
(A passing of shadows)
There was a time, they gave me comfort,
But also blindfolded both my eyes;
Blocked my ears –
And stopped my voice, from questioning the lies;
Still, my action held no honour,
Merely adding to the pain,
The sword I held was double-edged;
The passing shadows, stained with shame.
John Anthony Fingleton (13th JANUARY 2016) (Löst Viking)