223. Gjallarbrú : Bridge Of The Dead
Creaking structure that crosses the river Gjöll that runs red,
To travel over this bridge one must be dead, or very bold,
Only those who die of illness or old age pass under its roof of gold.
On the side of the living stands a maiden, a guard of sorts,
Ugly in appearance, her face is marked with hideous warts,
Whether they come on foot, or riding on the mightiest of steed,
She questions every traveler before she allows them to proceed.
The boards resound under the pressure of those who cross,
Almost as though they can feel the great weight of their loss,
It is a very long hard journey to reach the land of mist and rain,
For Hel' s great hall lies down and north on a well trodden lane.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.