Classic Poem

The Valkyrior do hover o'er the host!
As the dread warriors march forth to war.
To choose those heroes who shall give up the ghost —
Heroes who to Valhalla's Halls shall soar!
These warlike virgins, " The Choosers of the slain, "
Armour'd, arm'd with bright spear on battle-horse,
Bear from reeking field those who shall fight again
Once with honour they've run their earthly course.
Those who courageously have duty done;
Those who with equal justice have liv'd their life.
These are the heroes by whom crowns are won!
These by the Valkyries are borne from strife.
The Valkyrior count not or wealth or birth.
They place the laurel upon honest worth.