Goddess Hel

                                                   



                                                                            HEL


Hel left her abode to walk among the living

For the world now is more dead than alive

She glides by with a serpent and a wolf

Collecting our souls , easy ripe pickings

Overtime our souls have lost their purity

The earth in pestilence and in decay

No wonder Hel walks the ramp owning it

 Like a conqueror who never looks back

That is the silver lining for my world

In death is renewal our salvation

The dolphins swim the canals of Italy

Seasons roam free and nature claims its own 

AQI has changed from dangerous to pure

Once again we can count the stars and sleep

The blue mountains admired in its glory

Was the air ever so sweetly melting

And Hel marches on filling her coffers

Unaware of what she leaves in her wake


                                        © Lalarukh Lasharie 

Note:

           Hel (1889) by Johannes Gehrts, depicts the Old Norse Hel, a goddess-like figure, in the location of the same name, which she oversees