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This was requested by Alexis for Hel.
You slid from Your Mother
Half-Dead
Frost in Your lungs, hue on Your cheek
Young, You walked Your own road
The mountain opened to You
Your kingdom yawned before You
The root of the Tree wrapped around
Burrowed deep in dark earth
Ever-living in the Hall of the Dead
In the dark there was a hound
Fur the color of caves
Hungry and howling
Garmr was Yours, then
Your shadow, Your guard
As You set Your hall well
A great Jötun
Clad in pitch-dark armor
Crossed the Gjöll with purpose
Móðguðr, She was called
Who travelled the Hel-road
To seek to serve
So You built Gjallarbrú
Setting the sentinel upon it
A guard and guide for the Dead
Your gardens grew under Sunna’s light
So none would go without
That all would be welcome and well-fed
Your hall descended and deepened
So all would have a place
No matter their designation or death
Hail Hela
Ever-patient, ever-giving
Generous Goddess of mounds, ashes, and graves
May offerings ever be made
For the comfort and care that You give
To us and all our Ancestors
Hail Hela!
Sarenth Odinsson 