mist
.
in the place of misery
of those who died happy. those who felt
the soft lover press on their last breath.
.
the crawling surface of gjoll
resembles rainfall
the way water seems
to reach up
to break from the moving weight. straining
to join the clearing air.
.
here. at the end of all
is the source of the wind
that changes life to fire and skeletons and ash.
sighs through the sweeping
changing wall of fog.
.
the breeze carries to the graves of grey souls
and hits on the doors of the living
like cold palms. like
the desperate man who only wants
to come home.
.
Helheim: ‘Death & Hollows’ 2/2 The Nine Realms- Poems and Writing.