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The Forgotten Ancient Norse Goddess, and Queen of the Valkyries: The all-seeing "Nightsurfer"

You might not have heard of her,
but you've seen her surf
on meteorites across the earths curviture.

SHE'S the symbolic being of the Valkyries collective voice,
serves the crescent moon and stars with effective poise.
Born in turmoil, raised by strength and fed on callous wrath,
her digsted soul's the source of ancient dread living in its aftermath.

Caged with feelings
and an earnest thirst to be what universes need...
Every sin you dealt she felt inside her being,
but certain men just nurse from greed
and then she's bleeding...
It IS important you don't lose your purpose,
or think it's worthless doing earth some deeds,
cus Hell to her is not her worst of service.
(It just makes you nervous)
Try eternal non-existence from her screams of pain!
Her grudge stems from nocturnal wails
(the cost of YOUR fails!)
that slits her wrists with flames.

This Goddess traded mark of Cain with darkness' shade,
soaring through the sky on blades of fate to carve its way.
She harvest knowledge, hope and dreams from father time,
then targets poets, popes and kings to alter minds.
She falter blind behind societies wishes with her close to omni presence.
do not mistake this deity as vicious.
Just a divine sincere, I must be clear I do fear her talent,
everything in its essence and due violence.
That's cus humans broke and she is fair and balanced.
She won't stay silenced nor slay us,
so, this goddess won't orbit folks' wits to hoard control,
this isn't chaos, no...
She just hands over the truth and hope her kind impressions
leave collective minds with the important find of life's lessons.
It's also how she deduce when Death in battle will take its men,
(it's hushed, but he's her crush!)
and who she'll mourn before they're sworn to raise again.

The sun itself hides from her might and burn in turn,
the stars she leave behind are lost souls out of time.
(Most must go, just be your prime)
Lights entity trusts this goddess with milky ways wine,
and gave powerful shrines that shine to be used as urns
for those she won't heal-whose fate has been sealed;
The absolute end of the line.
What Nightsurfer creates equate the future we hope will hold till' morning,
even Mother earth is our surfers curse:
always keeping her aligned to serve its' constant mourning.
To be alive herself it's said humans need a loving healthy form,
now you know the truth of life in which that you are born; in turn her burdened inner storm.

Next time you see open spots on starry skies...
Make sure you won't deserve her list
of names she's locked and carried by,
and aim to be the seedling
that she's holding tight.

Maybe then you'll be alright.

From an honest bloke to you:
I hope this scope ain't new,
and that you're sleeping
well tonight.