Steem-Pocalypse Poetry Day 7--Round 1

Nighttime Prayer

If I should die before I wake,
I pray to Freya my soul to make
into a spirit wandering wide,
so I may see the earth abide.

I should like to float above
the misery and struggles of
the ones who linger in this hell;
the cannibals in self-made cells.

For I believe if they had souls,
they’ve sold them and are left with holes.
If one takes us in the night,
we won’t go down without a fight.

But first we’ll try to make a friend--
perhaps a soul that we can mend.
Yet if I die, I hope I stay
to haunt whom took my life away.