Ride of the Valkyries

Look up and he cries
“Death upon you!”
For they were lies
The things you’ve sworn true!

And so they come from the sky
Dark wings make shadows fly
As they pick and choose
Who is to come loose.

Valkyries ride the night,
“-There must be a way out!
-There isn’t. The end is nigh.”

They ride the hills, they ride the valleys,
A fell swoop and down go the galleys.
As the television alone speaks…
Of death the room reeks.
All gone.
And so are you.