Tales of the Heart [Poetry by XaiakuX]

[XaiakuX]

The Lady Hel

She sits upon her throne
Dwelling in the shadows

Waiting

Tall, pale, and cold as a winter's night
As if death had taken her

She is above death and beyond it

She is neither dead nor living

O' child of Loki

Mistress of the dead

Captor of souls

Goddess of damnation

I do not fear you or your wrath
Only the idea of death itself

Bear upon me thy great fury
For I am drawn to your grace

A divine and unholy form you take
A longing for you, temptation rises

I am stricken

Cursed to long for what will never be

Bring the fury of Asgard

Bring the fury of Jötunheimr

The Lady Hel

Child of Loki

Keeper of the damned

I love you

For I am your willing servant

I hate you

For you will never be mine

Okay so I decided to be a little creative here with word placement and styling. I wrote this completely different on paper because I didn't like the original concept. The Lady Hel is Norse equivalent to the Greek's Hades and Christian's Lucifer. This is obviously a love letter to the Goddess, yet brings a note of self realization that the person is smaller than he realizes. This is just how I see it, anyways. That's the beauty of it, getting your own ideas from what you read. Thanks for reading. =]