Death Upon Her Lips

howling wind come to greet me
frozen chill on my face
pale face
pale hands
blue cracking lips
death is coming for me
death is waiting
huge black wings spread wide behind her back
she asks if I want to come
reaching out with her cold fingers
kiss upon my lips she does give
Freya has come herself
taking me to the hall
I shall drink and fight until the end of the world