HEL
Ungrounded, floating on the whispers of a memory,
Secretly kindling the tantrums of one’s victory.
Faint yet chaotic render of pure rage tapping, striking,
A symphony of fire, a sonata of the land burning.
Hel is thy mistress, ruling the maddening underworld,
Leisure in your rotting vessel, a ritual for the undefeated Gods.
Hel, gazing upon your flesh, your tormented world.
Calling upon thy reclining faith from a river following the odds.
Yet still ungrounded, still balancing on the edge of a ripping tapestry.
An emblazing relic digging in your palm, between blood and atrophy,
Runic treasures and charms hidden under your broken a
Natalya, my little sister, is sprinting behind me desperately struggling to keep up. Her scrawny fame pulsed with every breath. I knew that only for a few more hours would she last. I bark to her, “Natalya! We'll rest soon, I promise!” Nat nods her silvery-blue head in acknowledgment. Heart racing, paws thudding, tails between legs. We're the face of true fear.
I was an explosion dog. My side trained me. I thought I was going to be the best. I would go and defend my side at all costs, but I was dead wrong. When in the heat of the battle, I fell under the pressure. I ran away and got the explosion strapped to my back off. Now we r