Mordgud Poem
by Sarenth
She stands dressed in black, spear in hand and sword on hip
Her armor silent as Her gaze pours from Heilheim’s Gate
Death’s sentinel stands tall
The weary souls, the old, those who died in life’s embrace
The scientist and swordsmith, the veteran, the peaceful and the passionate
All walk the long and winding road to Gjallarbru
The addict and the shiverer, the starved and sold and stricken
Walk together in Death’s invitation
She watches their steps upon the well-trod road
The Dead pass by with Her assent
Welcomed home into the Hall
No fear, but welcome for every single soul
She shuts the Gate behind Them
Her sacred duty never done
For Hel and the Mighty Dead
