Long Hel Poems
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They say that they are sorry,
They know the pain it brings.
For they are old and wiser,
They smile… and all but sing.
But they are merely shadows,
There empty eyes will see.
For I am but a vessel,
They think I’m simply bleak.
Their comfort is a burden,
A painful sort of help.
They think that they can save me,
They all delude themselves.
I do not seek such insight,
Relief of aches and pains.
I merely seek my freedom,
To be myself again.
It’s not profound by written,
And even when I speak…
The words are all but useless,
They right themselves in sleep.
For that is where I’m hidden,
Cosy in my shell.
Here I stay in heaven,
For life is all but hel...
Form:
Loki:Short is your victory: for fenris, my son,
will rip your jaws and rule a new world.
Come, let us end it! Ages we've waited,
we who were old when the worlds were still young."
My child hela,shall lead an army of the dead against thee
to which all the einherjar shall die or flee
And freyr to fall by fiery Surtr’s hand
Done in by own sword
Summers blade,
which shall make my son's freedom reality.
My children the aesir have wronged most of all
My daughter hela queen of the despairing dead
Banished to the forgotten realm with an accursed title
Ere the prophecy comes to fruition
That she would lead an army against the mighty aesir
And quite justfully so.
And my son fenrir whom you imprisoned for childish games
And little destructions of a child
You odin destroyed him made him what he is
That is why he is your doom
And why my dragon son jorgamundr
Will kill your son in turn thor
Though my sons death will occur
You odin in your hubris made this to be
You claim to see the fates of men and god
Yet it is by your actions you brought this to be
Ragnarøkkr that great Twilight of the Gods.
Odin:
Well i know my fate and I have accepted it.
But have you accepted your death Child of Laufey?
And the death of your loves and kin.
What of sigyn and Angrboda
Will you let them suffer your curse as well
The sorrows that have sprung up because of this curse
Are great and multiple.
loki:
For nine nights only your own will had bound you
to the World ´s Tree, you treacherous God,
while I wore a chain that I chose not, forever:
With cruel fetter my freedom you took!"
Odin:
"Too cunning and unpredictable you were, too wild to roam free:
Greater your strength and hunger in magick and in power
Then even my own, Tyrs and Heimdalls combined,
greedier than ravens, you sought ever more;
that's why we tied you,torso, legs and arms
In your own sons entrails for blood runs thicker than water."
loki:
"Was in nine realms no room for a trickster lord
Was there no realm that you could offer, i who existed even before you?
Of choice you bereft me to change my ways.
My trust you betrayed - Tyr and Odin Wotan most of all,
For you swore by your blood to protect and care for me when no other wouldst
You who ´d fed me and cared like a father for me
The most cursed of primordials i was.
"All of you lost your honor that day;
stronger was I, but still you tricked me:
Cunning magic you cowards employed--
Tyr you let pay for the promise you broke.
"Eternity ´s enmity is what I owe you.
Raving my greed now, grown with the years:
Not quite enough are the nine worlds to feed me,
to slake my hunger for revenge they´ll hardly suffice."
The nine worlds the aesir and vanir cherish shall fall to end my enmity
Odin:
"I stand against you to strike you back,
though well I know what wyrd is mine:
That I will fall with all my Einherjar,
whose lives I ´ve taken, that life might survive.
"With bitter sacrifice bought I the wisdom
for many a day this doom to delay;
hope I have kindled, none kept for myself:
Two mortals survive in the wood of the Tree.
That’s what the Ground hogs whistle:
‘hell or high water’
then they put on their old-timey spectacles
and the glasses slip
to the end of their stubby snouts.
The squirrels climb too high
for the lower depths of Hades to reach,
but the hawks are not religious.
Daddy bought the farm
his old lady, the unmarried one,
died also
tugging at his shirt tails.
The waters receded some,
hell closed its barroom doors
to all the better critters.
Only the bottom feeders
were allowed in;
not the whales
they had outgrown heaven
and hell,
the high waters kept them safe
until the oily whalers
came back
to reclaim the low ground.