~ Poetry by me ~

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While Valkyries may write the fates
Of armies upon human skin,
my raven feather´s dipped in ink,
not in the dew of battle-field.

The pen´s swift stroke decides which lines
are reaped for the eternal hall,
which words are culled from thinking´s fray
and which into oblivion fall.

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