burning vampires
you've drunk too much of my blood
for me to forgive you
i will set fire to your bones
until all the life
is lost
maybe the old me would pity you,
but this new me
remembers the valkyrie warrior that i was
born to be
savior to all the dreamers and every thing full of
light;
you are darkness and death's child
singing lyrics of both
i will shatter your blue eyed winter dreams
burn away all your nightmares
until no vampire will walk the night without fear
because i refuse to accept your presence
as much as you have mine
you made a mistake when you broke this heart
because this heart will break you and all your masks
i won't be degraded by the ghost of your name
take back all your pomegranates
my forests of light
cannot take the bitter fruits of your tongue
i have no need for snakes or sneaks
you're both.
The Valkyries (from the Old Norse "valkyrja" -- chooser of the slain) were probably originally depicted as demons of the dead to whom slain warriors belonged, but they were eventually regarded as female warriors who selected brave warriors from the battlefield and served them in Valhöll (Valhalla). Like the vampires, they were often associated with ravens. (For instance, in the "Völsungakviða in forna," the Second Lay of Helgi Hundingsbane, an Old Norse poem in Snorri Sturluson's "Poetic Edda," the ravens that eat the dead warriors are fed by Valkyries.) The vampires were shape-shifting creatures who fed on the life-force of the living.
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