Saturday, March 5, 2011
The Wolfs of Hel
The Wolfs of Hel are descending upon me
thirsting for the taste of my blood
like a threatening storm
laced with thunder and lighting
While their desire is to see me
dine in the Great Hall with Freya
and drink from her chalice among the chosen
I await my foes with the resolved knowing
That I may fade away with the sun
and sleep with the stars
It will be on that distant shore
with Odin where I will be found
on the winged horse of the seven daughters
Yes I will dine in the Great Hall tonight
with the Wolfs of Hel at my heals
For the Gods are calling my name
I meet my fate with somber reserve
its time to go home
with the Wolfs of Hel
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