Heaven-sent Wings

As I arrive from the battles of the endless,

I arrive at The Sanctuary.

As I enter the area is filled with joy.

The choirs sing of happiness.

The area is filled with action,

It is filled with happiness,

It is filled with light.

As I see what is coming,

It is the perfect siren.

One who is beautiful,

That softens the eyes,

Brightens the soul,

Warms the heart.

I feel at peace.

As the feast begins,

Whether fit for a king or a squire,

It feels that it was meant for Vahalla.

As the seers overlook the place of happiness,

Which is overlooked by a wise bird

With a quirky sense of humor.

I can tell I have no need of “Da Bull”

The wings they send with its flava

As already made soar higher.