By Kay:
Based on Hel- Daughter of Norse God of Destruction: Loki
What do you see in the tattered flesh hung from her bones?
Away from the eyes that allure and tease.
A monster- a maniac of hate and pain,
A goddess, a torture, the one obsessed with what may please.
Madness churning beneath the beauty and corpse-
Fury and aloof playfullness that masks anger and cold evil.
Broken face of shattered glass,
And lips of roses and thorns.
Is she not a Snow White?
Half in one world and half in another,
She's the terror, the unholy mad insaness of the Underworld's lair.
One side a dreamer, with far away eyes that so many lust,
One side a smile filled with mocking warmth and with... trust?
Yes, one side one side, of fragile skin pale in the moon,
One side of darkness, another of light.
Both hide the same, though- an evil inside.
Screaming lunitics, shadows and ghosts of the mind.
She tortures the weak, and fools with the unknowing,
A daughter who's own father locked her away.
You hate her, you fear her, you want her like nothing else.
So does everyone else- so do they.
Cracked in the mind, cracked in the face-
Evil and perfection in one.
You see a dividing that is only skin deep.
You see the night is really the sun.
You hate her, you fear her, you want her like nothing else.
But why can't you just see past what is?
See past the corpse, the perfection, the evil
What you have, is what is.
Hell is a terrible place to be, my friends,
Worse with the Goddess of Terror herself.
Putrid aroumas, and scarred hands and twists.
Red hot, and black ashes.
What you don't see is that Snow White- that truth behind lies.
That creature- that beautiful monster you despise?
She has her own Hell- Hel's Hell is that nobody's there,
To share in the madness- no one to care.
Evil- a torturer- a seductivess- a mad raving witch.
But far deep down, farther than Hell,
She's a broken, unwanted child who knows why she's there.
Hel's Hell is a prison with no locks for the keys-
Her Hell is knowing she will never be that Snow White fair.
Her prince is the ashes of screaming despair.
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THE END: Yes, I know it's depressingly disturbing. I don't care. I feel sorry for poor Hel- Jalil's my fav character, but she comes next. I could babble on about what I think of her for years, so don't start me. ;) Review please- this is the first poem I've attempted to put on line... ::gulps:: God help me... and it's not even good... Anyway- Thanks!!! May the Force be with you, and let it be known that Hel rules!!!!!! :)