Valhalla

The heart sinks in to the deepest bowels of the abyss, this is Valhalla.

The end which the warriors of old sought, it is nothing more than despair. It is the end.

As the heart sinks, all of the pain that one suffers over the endless eternity begins to cease, the feelings become dull, nonexistent, forgotten.

Everything becomes equal, all debts are paid, all sins are washed away, in the eyes of all that was and all that will be, freedom is granted.

The surrounding shadows engulf everything.

All fades to black.

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Sitting

She sits on a rustic chair,
Reading intently,
She has flowing auburn hair,
Who is this girl who smiles gently,
She looks at me not judging but fair.