Ok, it’s not epic poetry like the great Hod himself would do, but since someone asked where the poems were I thought I’d give you folks my “Ode to Hel” as seen from Hod’s point of view… though I have no idea what to really call it (feel free to give a better and more suitable title):

Encased within a floe of ice
As warmth recedes, their souls to pay
Too stiff to move, clamped in a vice
While my heart cries for Her this day;

The day that Hod lash’d out great pain
When, with one stroke his love was slain

Let now the anguish in me rise
The world becomes in disarray
My grief flows forth in haunting cries
As I release my woe this day;
The day that Hod lash’d out great pain
When, with one stroke his love was slain

Let all around me writhe in fear
Nightmarish dreams each night to prey
With no halt, year after year
All will remember me this day;
The day that Hod lash’d out great pain
When, with one stroke his love was slain

Let ev’ry horror be unleash’d
Maelstrom storms, chaotic decay,
Clawed terrors slashing as they screech’d
My angst becomes now yours this day;
The day that Hod lash’d out great pain
When, with one stroke his love was slain

With veil’d darkness as shadows fall
Crushing down those who bar my way
Upon their bellies, make them crawl
While I mourn my lost love this day;

The day that Hod lash’d out great pain
When, with one stroke his love was slain.