Braided locks of Gold.
A beauty in shining armor,
standing firm and bold.
Overlooking an abyss of fire and brimstone,
smoke hovering over the only home she'd ever known.
Her heart heavier than a sword being pulled from stone.
She steadied her reins forward,
on into the forlorn.
She sang a song of tragedy and despair:
" War you leave me weary.
War you leave me thirsty.
War you leave me empty.
Only I am to decide their destiny.
A burden in which I will never be set free.
For I am a Valkyrie."
This is a short excerpt of a story I would like to someday write. Along with a photo of a drawing I made. In Norse Mythology the Valkyrie is left with the grueling task of deciding who will live and who will die in battle. She takes the dead to the afterlife of the Slain known as "Valhalla."
Do we not all face grueling tasks in our own lives? Not as so great as who lives and who dies, but each day we are faced with tough decisions. Those decisions affect our lives in a multitude of ways. From the direct physical consequences of our choices, to the internal emotions that we are left to deal with afterwards.
How we handle these decisions are what ultimately shape our existence and who we become. Though not easy, this is our duty in life and we must learn not to become prisoners of our own choices.