Trigger Warning: Suicide Ideation, Implied Suicide attempt.

Here I lay on Jord’s cold, dark corpse. 
Her body unwelcoming and unloving. 

Here I lay bleeding out. 
Gasping for breath. 
No strength to struggle, no will for life. 
Hel’s shadow looming in close. 

My arms, wounded in their length. 
Bleeding out in ribbons, my eyes heavy with sleep. 
Your figure appears before me, dark and obscured.  
I watch I as my life, pools crimson at Your feet. 

You kneel and whisper “not this day.” 
You cut into Your own arm, a deep gash. 
It flows, Your life’s essence. 
Now it mixes with mine. 

You dig deep into my wound and pull from it a pulsing ribbon. 
The pain is searing, yet You still pull. 
I gasp and writhe as You hold my thread. 
My pounding pulse now in Your hand. 

You take from Yourself, Your own vital fiber. 
And with that You stitch my wound. 
You take mine and close Yours. 
The bleeding now halted. 

I still gasp for life. 
You gently bring Your lips to mine. 
And share Your breath of life with me. 
You brought me back from the brink, I breath once more. 

No more do I cling to this life but love it. 
You saved me from my own encroaching darkness. 
You lent me Your strength, Your will. 
I am grateful. 

I am grateful, My love. 
My dear Havi.