I stand 'neath wintered sky <br /> <br />And mock by my life <br /> <br />Winged Goddesses. <br /> <br />Bolts from on high, <br /> <br />Blue crackling death, <br /> <br />Thrown with careless hand <br /> <br />Have not felled me. <br /> <br />Surrounded by their circling fury <br /> <br />I smile <br /> <br />My body is battered <br /> <br />But my arrow is true. <br /> <br />Black and fleet <br /> <br />Their wings churn the sky. <br /> <br />They point now to one of their own <br /> <br />I have winged a Valkyrie<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bird-on-the-wing/
