Hel's Eye of Fire
by Loki Ragnarok
She who is two-faced,
Black and White,
Alive and Dead,
Rotting Flesh an ornament,
The beauty of Death herself.
Her left Eye
An empty socket,
Yet where we cannot see
Her Eye of Fire is open,
And from her
We can no longer conceal
The Truth of ourselves.
You are the decaying affliction that plagues me,
The Black Shadow of Time that will consume,
The finite temporary vanity of my mortal being,
Hel is the world where you dwell guiding the dead,
Hel, the everlasting freeze of our last breath.
Daughter of Loki and Angrboda,
Yet also Second-Born,
Surt born from Fire,
Hella born from timeless Ice,
Together they merged
And formed the worlds,
Of inclement weather
Formed Audhumla and Ymir,
The progeny and end of all Gods,
Giants, and Men.
Hel, take us to your dark place,
From smokey gray,
To colorful flashes of Autumn,
Crimson Rivers,
Bleed into Black,
Taking us back to our origin,
In soundless silence
Where no one can hear our scream.
Stopping our hearts under your chilling paralysis,
I beckon the courage to face that heart-wrenching fear,
Gazing longingly upon thine Oculus Inferno,
May we see the full truth of ourselves
Beyond any verisimilitude.
Whip up a squall
For the passing cinders of our former selves,
O dreadful death, Loki's Daughter,
Mortal's Queen, Hail Hel!
