The Seals of Ragnarok, Part I

I once was a SEAL, an operator I filled my country’s foes with cool dread, Send countless terrorists screaming to hell Where no virgins awaited the dead. I met my own end many years later, And a strange one it was at that. Had a heart attack at a company game, And died clutching a baseball bat. I found myself inside of a great hall, Filled with warriors from all the ages. We drank and feasted, fought and caroused, Celebrated life to the blue blazes! A one-eyed God presided over it all, And often joined our great revelries, And more than once I took to my soft bed, A stunning, strong, sweet Valkyrie. But time went by and winter settled in And stayed for three very long seasons. Odin’s grins vanished like fog in the sun, We pressed him to know of the reason. He said ‘My friends, it is nothing you did That makes me not want to drink or talk. But the Doom of the Gods has now come home, ‘Tis the Eve of our fall: Ragnarok.’ I turned and looked to my fellow men, Whose faces were still, and warrior-grim. Mighty Odin, he then shuffled out, And the great festive hall grew dim. I said, ‘Well, if it’s really has come to this, We should all of us be ready to stand. At least this time we know in advance Our enemy’s full battle plans!’ The morning came on Vigrid’s cold plain, The Gods rode out as one to the fight, They were dressed for war but fated to fail, A predestined, and quite tragic plight. But we all strode out before Loki’s horde, And gazed out upon vicious Fenris, And I turned and said the king of the gods: ‘Relax, my men have got this...’ CONTINUES IN PART II.