There's No Need To
Play me a sad song,
He said.
And I'll cry for the moment .
Then,he stepped out the
door.
Plucked....., by invisible hands.
The fluttering of shrouds,
He hurtled earthwards.
"Death" from above!
The beating of wings.
Wraith like, Valkyries .....
Began their gruesome chore .
Some never even knew.
And were,dead.
As they left the door.
Some, lived a bit longer .
Before they joined,
That dying thrall .
And some, lived to tell the tale.
Though they don't,
Ever......
Speak of it at all .
Class of 44
Giajl © Jim Love