Valkyrie #3

She  
Brought me  
Down  
To the knees  
Of  
My beheaded  
Desire  
Casting  
Secure hair  
Into  
Both  
Nothingness  
And  
Independence.  
Wiping  
The militant  
Smile  
Off  
My face;  
As premise  
Watered  
The eyes  
Not only like  
Smokey  
Bridges  
From the past  
But also  
Unrequited  
Utterances  
Forced  
To bend  
Against  
The (her) breastplate  
Forming  
Some path  
To immortality.