View From Helheim

We endured our trials on earth worked through woes without end we died victims of the day-to-day- how dare they not call us heroes?

In Hel's land we breathe sweet air freed from need and toil She justly weeds and calmly feeds those who brought grief to the waiting teeth of the writhing beast of Nostrond.

Satin grey skies meet velvet golden grass stretching to the hills

obscuring us from the stars and stares

as we prepare for battle.

But what weapons will we wield,

we women, children, old, sick, lame

men of peace

minds too wild to tame?

We sit and sup with the golden god brought low-

pouring into his heart everything we know

of all the pasts that brought us here

into Helheim's joy, out from Midgard's tears.

Sharpened by our words, he'll help carve a better world

from the scarred and charred remains of this one.