Ymir

Light-filled warmth,

vapours of mist

steaming from

fountain-formed ice,

Northern frost giant,

milk -fuelled Ymir,

slain for creation.

Sacrificed.

Ragnarok

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.

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