No twilight here
of gods
in surrender
but battles raging,
ending
longest winter.
No hope apparent,
wounded,
raging thirst,
godless, manless
world
consumed by lusts.
No skies above,
no earth
or hell below,
emptiness,
forgetfulness,
old ways forego.
No end in sight,
each dawn a new creation,
old worlds
evolve and die,
rebirth nations.
No fear, despair
in prophecies
foretold.
Emerge, arise,
fire purified,
warmth from bitter cold.
In many ways this sounds idyllic…or does it? Great writing!
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Thanks, Chris. The Norse version. But who knows? 😉 x
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You are thinking a lot of gods and battles lately. I hope all is well in your world. You’re writing great poetry! 🙂
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It’s these myths and legends and gods. A terrible shower. Always fighting and squabbling. Everything’s fine here, Brenda. Thank you. 🙂 x
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I swear, images of Game of Thrones came to my mind as I read your verses. So cool, my dearest SS 🙂
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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
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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
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Funny how that’s almost always the better option. 😉 x
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Indeed, darling x
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