Floating

Valkarie

I have black feathered wings, robed in shadow and soft as velvet, draping around a marble frame. It is my soul that flies each night to carry the fallen hearts aloft, and each heart I touch I fall in love with. My nails may be steel, but my fingers come sweetly warm to wrap your heart and take you home. I'm am gentle as the night and my tears bid you welcome. And for this heavy work, I find little reward but the gentle sigh as each warrior passes into my arms... it is bitter work to collect the dead, but they are all tattooed into my skin that I'd never forget a single one... but if ever there were the hands to hold me. To let me sigh my last into them. To bring me warmth in my heart... to lift me back where I belong... if eyes as strong as steel would find me hidden in my dark wings, I could carry all the armies of man...