A Cryptic Triptych: part 3

Artist in the Asylum: A Cryptic Triptych.

PART III

In my crimson hued sky
the valkyries have descended.
As they begin to feed on me,
Am I really dead already?
To the dead man on the tree,
I yell “can you help me?!”

Pulling through the nails,
The dead man leaves the tree.
Blood pouring from his wounds,
His eyes are now on fire.
As defenseless as I am,
I fear I am about to expire.

The feeders came quickly
Ripping the coat from my chest.
They have seen the undead man
and are not at all pleased.
They scream like banshees
as they guard their prey.

He approaches us very slowly-
His blood falling to the ground.
Bolts of fire shoot from his eyes
and a fierce battle begins.
Bleeding through all the battle,
Only he who was dead remains alive.

He stoops down to the ground,
and picks me up carefully.
As He begins to fly through the sky,
I quickly pass out in His arms.
I awake healed and at home in bed,
surviving what was a terrible dream…

… or was it?

THE END

{CK}