They say “The road to Hel is paved with good intentions.”
(And Intestines, the restless writhing mess,
it is paved with the teeth of the dead
from mouths made sour by words unsaid
Its paved with the sharp shins,
the straight spines shattered,
the knee of those who remain unbending
The Road to Hel is paved with the skulls of your enemies
If thy enemies are Cowardice, Shame and Fear
for it is that conquered road which will bring peace.
Its paved with the hands of many
untold ages, lifting you up
guiding you to a long Remembered place.
The Road to Hel is caked with the mud
of ten hundred thousand times ten thousand journeys
and the strange prints of those who came before.
Its lit with the stories
of the walks to this door:
“Life is a slow march towards Death”
“You have gone nowhere Someone hasn’t walked before”
and that on this road, is comforting.)
The Road to Hel is paved with good intentions.
The Road To Hel by Úlfdís is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.
3 thoughts on “The Road to Hel”
What a fabulous reflection. Visceral yet touching. :)
Reblogged this on Ironwood Witch and commented:
I wrote this just over a year ago, and wanted to share it again.