The Kiss Of The Valkyrie

Scaling the walls of perfection
I realize
I have no direction.
What is the meaning of existence?

Reminiscence.

Where is my life going too?
Will I live to see the day
of eternal peace,
or shall I cease to exist
long before?

What more is there to know?
Summer brings sun,
winter brings snow.

Each season passes
with one more year
of pain.

Thank God for the rain
to clean my soul
of my passions... unfulfilled.