Lady Sif {Thor}short stories

Her Demise (poem)

Death comes in many forms;

Illness, age, murder...

Regardless of thy downfall Valhalla shalt remain open to all who art worthy.

My form may lay battered and bruised, my chest lacerated and prised open,

Alas my heart still beats,

pines.

My thoughts wander,

to the one I hold dear,

the one I wish to fill my vision one last time.

As the blood drains from my near lifeless corpse,

my hands reach for thee,

as my heart beats thrice,

my eyes becoming pools of darkness with only thy face lighting my path to the afterlife.

I shalt remain in thy heart,

watching over thee as I rest above,

find strength in that I perished for Asgard,

for thee.

I met my demise as warrior.

Dying a warrior's most noble death.

{Written by me}