In Valhalla’s hall of thunder, Where the roof is forged of gold, The Valkyries walk in silence Through the ranks of warriors old. Their cloaks are wo...Read more

In halls where golden rafters gleam, Where shields ring soft like distant rain, The Valkyries move through waking dream— Bright keepers of the h...Read more

In dawn’s first breath, two figures rise,A golden flare, a silver guise.Born of Leto’s quiet plea,Twin gods shaped by destiny. Apollo strides with su...Read more

Red leans close and starts to speak, like, “Come here...don’t flinch, don’t be weak.” It smells like iron, warm and raw, like knuckles split and broke...Read more

Soft dusk holds its breath, Moonlight stitches silver depth, Night sings, nothing left. #kurhyme