I saw a Spirit soaring free,
And prayed it might alight near me.
“Oh, Valkyrie, where goest thou,
With fey war-paint upon thy brow?”
She said two words as she flew past,
And I knew my heart was caught at last–
The Wild Angel held it fast.
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"The society which separates its scholars from its warriors, will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting done by fools."–Thucydides
I saw a Spirit soaring free,
And prayed it might alight near me.
“Oh, Valkyrie, where goest thou,
With fey war-paint upon thy brow?”
She said two words as she flew past,
And I knew my heart was caught at last–
The Wild Angel held it fast.