I name you angel, for I know you must
Be (ethereal with an alien
tongue, your body like a vision of lust
And blood.) I call you a valkyrie, venom-
Tipped blade in one hand, the other a fist
Raised to the sky, pumping, punctuating
Every laugh and snarl that flows from your lips.
From the pit, I watch you ascend, soaring
On the backs of lesser creatures, combat
Boots launching you towards the lights of the stage.
Dís, ride the immortal energy that
We exude, embrace our joy and our rage.
I worship you, Goddess of Destruction,
Though you’re a vision from a concussion