In Asgard they stemmed the tide,
two thousand years could not divide
the heroes of all time
that came as one in black of night.
On another plane from this,
the Goddess looked upon the lists
of all the wrongs that were wished
on all of those that never sinned.
Across the deep of Hades’ chill,
the fight was brought with a thrill.
This place that broke a sinner’s will
Was turned into a place that kills.
Somewhere upon the material plane,
Another wrong---unpunished again.
But innocence would never fade
from the fields that gave us grain.
My heart shook then with utter fear
as I gazed at what appeared.
The gates of Hell were open wide
and demons strode the great divide.
Dragons flew out in the sky
with the souls that never die.
Ghosts let out a howling cry
for karma to invoke its right.
Now at last the plunger pulled.
Existence wrought a single pool.
Never should the fire cool,
while these creatures sat and ruled.
Stutter, stutter---the raven cries
somewhere beneath the tool and die.
In Heaven do the angels sigh
where Earth has now become a sty.
Still, the balance this day returns.
Existence Soul shall ever turn.
And sinner’s shall be brought to learn
what they never could discern.