First Root Kindred

For Hela

We look to Hela, Goddess of Rot.
Hands raised in supplication,
refugees from land of life
seeking guidance and blot.

Skeletons in line, passed souls doing fine
dancing a jig to the waste rappers rhyme.
Purgatory’s a pit with an open door,
corpses eat meals on a glistening floor.

Black daylight, heavy air,
young and old souls
placed in Mother Death's care.

She cares for my grandsire, my father,
kin of my unknown and later my son.
Praise be to Hela, don't give her flack,
for she is Mistress of all who will survive Ragnorak.

by Salena