Daughter of Hel

She is little known and less loved,
Few can withstand her dichotomy,
Both queen and creature,
Both beauty and beast,
She is the unsearchable blackness radiating light,
She has taken me as her own,
I sit quietly at her feet,
For I am her unmatched likeness.

I am her mirror, I am her light and her dark,
I am her passion and her beautiful chaos,
I am the quiet warrior moved to unspeakable violence,
I am the keeper of secrets and souls,
I am the silent stillness before the storm,
I am the storm itself,
And when I break upon the earth,
Nothing remains standing in my wake.

I am her undefinable beauty,
I am her eager embrace of the dark and dreaded,
I am her grace and ease among strangers,
I am her presence in the prison yard,
I am her peace,
I am her serenity in the face of the underworld,
I can both soothe the beasts,
And I can lead them.

I am her immeasurable fury,
I am her destruction without warning,
I am her hatred for all things whole yet unbalanced,
I am her biting truth,
I am her cutting words,
I am her scars, rippled and seamed,
I am her courage,
I am her wit and her strategic offense.

She alone is sister to the monsters,
Daughter of chaos,
Lover of unclean souls,
Leader of dead,
Monarch of the underworld,
Magical insanity cloaked in placid calm,
Unrelenting danger wreathed in primal ferocity,
She is Hel.

And I am her daughter.