A letter for S

The matter of a mother's pain Is manifested in a name, My daughter is a Valkyrie, But the forsaken cannot see "A rose by any other name", So a warrior she will remain But one thing I cannot abide: This insult to my daughter's pride. It's your child who is sacrificed- Forced to live a borrowed life. A girl cursed with my daughter's name Will now carry her mother's shame My Valkyrie has been betrayed Before a cry she ever made. But isn't it a helpful curse? To learn that pain bеgins at birth? So I embrace this violent gift, A wolf can liе behind a kiss. I didn't know the death you need To truly forge a Valkyrie.