The Dawn breaks as planned ,
Mrs and Mr god look down upon their creations and children.
Mrs God weeps because the children have forgotten their mother and send her no thanks or love ,
Mr God is enraged at this insult.
He and Mrs God continue to look sorrowfully upon their children and at their constant fighting and killing of each other to say nothing of the planet that was gifted too them .
Mrs God holds the hand of Mr God , and with a tear asks "where did we go wrong " .
Mr God answers by embracing his goddess ,as storms of rage swirl in his eyes .
"Not all of our children are wicked " ,softly speaks Mrs God ,
“No not all " he sighs .
"But enough is enough",he demanded
We shall conclude their ways of non understanding and wickedness
‘And bring them into the light of gratitude once more.
Mrs God smiled at this truth and with a merciful wave of her hand ,
the Age of Ragnarök then began .
gentle winds vaulting
nature's animals charging
climate control cell
void earths bombardment
catastrophe plights denied
raging storms collides
nuclear fires
host brilliant amber's tokens
earth ends in fire
2/13/20
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Bifrost!
The grave for Muspell’s sons
The Frost!
The strength of coldest month.
Fenrir
Has eaten sun so fast
Don’t fear!
We kill because we must.
Disgrace!
The breath of Ragnarok!
No chains
For Giant Wolf and Dog.
Heimdall
Is playing Gjallarhorn
The hull
Of Naglfar won’t turn.
The Thor’s
Not better than Great Snake
Last War
Of gods, and Surt will make
The Flame
For Earth and human race
The Shame
We’re meeting face to face.
Bifrost
Has fallen to the Deep
Pale ghost
Of us will have to weep!
Big Garm
Is carrying wounded moon
The charm
Of Death will come so soon.
I care for nothing
Or so you say—
Well, yes, I agree.
But when someday
The fates proclaim
That you are he who
Will bring doom upon
The world all once knew—
When, from your birth
You've always knkwn
That you are destruction,
Well, you simply don't
Bother to care
About anything, really.
Everything, after all,
Seems so small, so silly
Compared to the dusk;
To the apocalypse that will
Descend upon the realms;
To the plagues that will kill
Mortals and Gods both;
To the hell that was swallow,
And the flames that will destroy
The world that all know—
When you are all that,
Well, where would you find joy?
You'll learn not to care,
Because someday — it is my fate to destroy.
Today
I lost another piece of my flesh
Strangely
I feel no different than I had been
Yesterday
It was only a little portion of it
Tomorrow?
Who knows? It just might be everything
Still
I marvel at the rise and fall of day
Wishing
Time would make up its mind
Hoping
For once, humanity becomes vanity
Happy
To see it end one day
Unfortunately
Time zones make Time a dummy
Undecided
It watches hopelessly and helplessly
Weakened
By carefully-caliberated divides
Mankind
Craftily created to cheat its own demise
Defeated
Time seeks help from the Leveler
Death
The only being unrestricted by zones
Slowly
With his souls-snatching scythe in hand
Surely
Time, in the end, becomes the victor
I sometimes think that the oil is good.
For what if it all comes up in a flood.
It rushes in on every shore.
And life in the sea will be no more.
Then if you light a fire.
It will spread with the wind.
To beaches and fjords.
Like our greatest sin.
It is better to use it for a fellow cause.
In oil wells and oil fields. Powering us.
So that nature has time to swallow it up.
Before ragnarok happens. And we all will be lost.
With foul words these kings have spoken
battered helmets and shields broken
unions of bronze blades
muddy corpses in bloody glades
Strong arms block blows that felled giants
in place of these dueling tyrants
pushing ever forward into the fray
cut down friend or foe if cross thy way
spears held high for one last charge
one more battle cry before they barge
into the great wolf’s den descend
all’s well, here at the world’s end
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