Horses thunder in the frosty moonlight,
Horses gather on the bright icy plain
Star-coat we name them, Star-in-the night,
Silver-back and Silver-in-the-rain;
Horses of men, glittering with might.

She comes, the shining maiden fierce and tall
Chooser-of-the-slain is her honored name,
Battle maiden dwelling in Odin’s hall,
Polished is her armor as flame;
The horses hear her ringing call.

Galloping, frothing, over the plain they run;
Swiftly the Valkyrie, the maiden proud,
Chooses a fierce horse, Courser-past-the-sun,
Strong foaming horse, brave, white-browed;
Bright horse and fire-maid leap as one.

Near the ground she sweeps, over hard white snow
Sibyl, we call her, Woman-who-sees-all-things,
Dread voice descending on homesteads below,
Crying what the cold dawn will bring;
To silver vaulted hall let us go.

Crimson fields of war the Valkyrie sees,
Galloping her steed swift and silver and white;
Keen shining Death-seeker, come solemnly,
Choose us in the fierce icy moonlight,
The grim warriors fighting nobly.

© Cameron La Follette