Valkyrie

 
Calmly, she waits at infinity’s gates  
Where the wheels of time turn slowly.  
Above the citadels of the decadent;  
Beyond the temples of the holy.  
   
She is purity incarnate,  
Clad in greaves and gleaming bodice.  
She's the drunken, blood-stained harlot  
Reborn prideful, pagan goddess.  
   
She is the mother and the daughter  
Of the myriad mysteries;  
Both creator and destroyer  
Of innumerable histories.  
   
Her spotless soul shines feral black,  
Her body is cruel perfection.  
She is made of dark malevolence  
Gleaned from numinous affection.  
   
She casts no shadow in the light,  
And respects no jurisdictions.  
She elicits dulcet harmony  
From strident contradictions.  
   
No love, no hate in that sweet abyss.  
Her spirit cold, no thought amiss.  
Warm obscenities, late-come lovers hiss  
To the winsome demon, Nemesis.