No twilight here
but battles raging,
No hope apparent,
consumed by lusts.
No skies above,
or hell below,
old ways forego.
No end in sight,
each dawn a new creation,
evolve and die,
No fear, despair
warmth from bitter cold.
9 thoughts on “Ragnarok”
In many ways this sounds idyllic…or does it? Great writing!
Thanks, Chris. The Norse version. But who knows? 😉 x
You are thinking a lot of gods and battles lately. I hope all is well in your world. You’re writing great poetry! 🙂
It’s these myths and legends and gods. A terrible shower. Always fighting and squabbling. Everything’s fine here, Brenda. Thank you. 🙂 x
I swear, images of Game of Thrones came to my mind as I read your verses. So cool, my dearest SS 🙂
I’ll have to look into this programme. I’ve never seen a single bit of it although my older kids watch it. I was told by them I wouldn’t like it. Too scary or too something. 😉 x
My dear SS, I am not a fan of Game of Thrones either. Watched a few episodes and then just did not like it.
I did not think it was too scary, but I much prefer the book haha
Funny how that’s almost always the better option. 😉 x
Indeed, darling x
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