Lady Hel
Lady Hel
The oldest Idisi
On the Eastern Gate of Nifel sat
Guarded by Garm
And blood-sated cock.
She waits for way-rider
At Rain-driven’s Gate
In the hooded hour
Of Raven’s spell song.
Her wit, a stern snow-wind
Born in gore-blended might.
Her heart born in Swan’s land
Which feasts on corpse drink.
When Way-Finder comes
With word-wit and wyrd,
Her red wounds spit out blood
In shared horn betwixt the two.
Spoke they of Kings and Gods alike
And the fate of Embla’s brood.
How dawn follows dusk
And God-bright falls.
How the wasting night comes
When men forsake might
When Gods forsake amber bright
In war-torn plight.
Gore-blended is her way
Knitted by the sater of ravens.
She too weeps with tears
That glistens with dawn’s light.
- Christina Marvel
On the Eastern Gate of Nifel sat
Guarded by Garm
And blood-sated cock.
She waits for way-rider
At Rain-driven’s Gate
In the hooded hour
Of Raven’s spell song.
Her wit, a stern snow-wind
Born in gore-blended might.
Her heart born in Swan’s land
Which feasts on corpse drink.
When Way-Finder comes
With word-wit and wyrd,
Her red wounds spit out blood
In shared horn betwixt the two.
Spoke they of Kings and Gods alike
And the fate of Embla’s brood.
How dawn follows dusk
And God-bright falls.
How the wasting night comes
When men forsake might
When Gods forsake amber bright
In war-torn plight.
Gore-blended is her way
Knitted by the sater of ravens.
She too weeps with tears
That glistens with dawn’s light.
- Christina Marvel
