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.