Sonnet to Brynhild

Eternal dreams of your winged sisters
In the Great Hall are all that you have now.
Lantern lights of flame fight across your brow,
Reflecting armor rusting through winters.

The place that keeps you under lock and chain
Is home to no man, or child, or hound; none
Have braved the burning ring to call you won.
Alone for so long, the fire starts to wane.

Then darkness. Rain dripping into your eyes
From a crack in the ceiling. Water birth
And you're out the door, past mortality.

A different fate, empty of pain or lies,
Gives you flight. When you're far above the earth,
The wall ignites, casting shadows infinitely.