I beheld the dark hall
Far from the realm of the sun
On Niflheims cold shore
The grim doors open to the ice wind
Cold gripped my soul
Walls woven of serpents
The corpse strand
Drips with venom
Here stalk the damned
Their flesh torn by wolves
Eternal they wade the cold rivers of poison
The murderer the perjurer the adulterer
Until Ragnarök and beyond
For all of time
Playthings of Nidhöggr
The great vampire serpent
Who gnaws the roots of our world
Grim torment
But I sink further
For I am truly damned!
Is that enough?
Would you know more?
It's nice, it's interesting. You always seem to leave the reader lingering on the last words, thinking about it.
Aden