Breeding dark chasms
Vile echoes fill the air
The twisted, dying sounds
Wind alone is passing through

The hemisphere
Opal odour
Nihilistic balm, transcending

Cosmic ash, nine homes
A tapestry for lost souls
Between us lies Niflheimr
A journey through the hole
Against my will, trapped
In the fires of perdition
Thunder cracks the sky
With Hel and her conditions

Tree of life
Her dead roots weeping
Odin awakens, from sleeping

Nine worlds open
Around all orbits
We sing the Ăsirs
O' hemlock skies
Pestilent depths

And into the fire we never wane
Black fortress of M˙spellsheimr
Stout volcanic citadel
Standing against the outer hells

The red mask of death
I shall again wear it
Forlorn and forsaken

Hearts ablaze, prodigal son
To write the will of J÷rmungandr
The holder of the realm of man
Never release your global span

The algebra of alabaster
She wears no face, no vultures sang

As she exhaled
A long vaporising breath
Tomorrow I awake

White carnations
Gathered in my wreath

Tomorrow I awake

I am Death
Written by UbiquitousVoid (. . . . . . . . .)
Author's Note
Found lost work from 2016
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