The Birds No Longer Speak

Cold wind, tears at my leather and skins
as tears of sorrow,
spill into the river
.below 

Memories of you crowd
my soul,   this empty
space etched, 
carved out by your
 presence , invades
me.
I will never escape
 the loss of my king

With a sound greater than the  highest mountain 
your warrior cry echoes within my being

The gods celebrate your entrance to Valhalla
as  my sorrow reaches
 the stars to rip
the heart from
the  moon

The flowers no longer bloom,  the birds speak
not your name
 the sun shattered
with grief has  fallen
 from the sky 

I long to share my life
with such a valient warrior
Soon my king I will
be with you again