The Might Of The Fire

Her voice unsexed, demonic and howling,
as the cacophony of the music rises up.
Pounding drums and screaming guitars,
her war cry scream, beat all demons down.
The might of the fire in her, in her dark eyes,
as she shouts down the darkness and blood.
I sit in the dark, headphones keeping it all for me,
as the night rolls on and fills with every hatred.
Unsexed, she is a Valkyrie and warrior and monster,
and we are one on this plane of scorched death.
Unsexed, she is only a howl at the stars so indifferent,
and the weapon against the demons come for me.
In the dark, with the headphones, it is only us,
the breaking rage, and the fire to burn another day.


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