RagnarokA Poem by SteveBRAGNAROK Who is he that can foretell what is to be in ages not yet begun, after the twilight of the Gods and the awaited dawning of the One. And on that morning of Ragnarok when the Rainbow Bridge is stormed brave Heimdal shall sound his mighty horn so the army of the heroes might be formed. Out march the mighty thousands to battle the forces of the dark. They form their lines of ghost grey men and, ‘neath Odin’s watchful eye, surge out to face the mark. Begins the Gottadamerung the final earthly war! For grand Valhalla doomed by fate, for this they die once more. Again to feel the thrill of life to battle Gods and Giants, to meet each deadly stroke to surround themselves in doomed defense until, at last, their lines are broke. As fates decreed in days long past Asgard, ablaze in final glory, comes crashing down to Earth. All the Gods and valiant slain slowly pass from life while Odin through His dying eye sees the star that means
rebirth. Arising from the smoking carnage as the day of doom is done, stands a small transfigured child ready to lead all to meet the One. © 2013 SteveBAuthor's Note
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Added on June 14, 2013Last Updated on June 14, 2013 AuthorSteveBNanuet, NYAboutTrial lawyer, fly fisherman, poet and dad. I have written most of my life but upon reaching a "certain age" I put aside fears and insecurities and began submitting work for publication and performin.. more..Writing
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