The Battle

The world is ancient after all.

She has seen many, many things.
She has heard many cries of war,
has sipped from the pools of blood,
And has eaten the rotten flesh of Men.

The Great Mother cries.

For The Lord of the Sky,
did not create wars in the paradise
But allowed it on the Sacred Soil of Her.
For the Men are men after all.
And Mother she is,
She smiles in wept,
Her soul dances in massacre of Her beloved.

Truth be told.
For the Great Mother wants to rebel.
She, though weak She is,
Would sent the Nymphs to fight the Angels
Will sent the Elves to duel with the Cherubims.

For Her beloved.
For Her love.
She struggles.

So let the Hands of Artemis help Her,
And the Valkyries of Vallalla assist Her.