Hugin and Munin wheel overhead,
circling my broken body as my spirit
fights within my split breast.
I lie, dying, spent
my life blood dripping from my heart.
I made of myself a sacrifice,
not to myself but to the golden haired
and eternally beautiful goddess
who forsook me for
earthly pleasures.
Valhalla waits not,
no songs for the warrior poet
broken by love.