Ragnarok

I saw a mesmeric of stars gleaming in the night sky.
An unheard voice whispered to me of legends and ancient
dreams.
Of bulls and swans and mighty deeds, of bears and
ploughs, beasts and men. Many strange things, the like
of these.
The Heavens, the Hades, of warring Gods. The stars the
campfires of great hosts. An archer knocks his bow. The
tormented one rattles his chains.
The Asa the Vana sunder the night. Ragnarok, doom of
the gods. Runes are cast; fates are sealed. Men will die;
"��Will of the gods."��
Empty benches in great halls, silent, waiting; mead to flow
cup and horn. Dogs whine and slaver, wolves howl at the
reddening moon.
Ranks of swordslain sing death'��s song, wailing, gnashing of
teeth. Bards lamenting the fallen, chant dirges to the dead.
Burning pyres, entrance to the halls.
But there in the void, the stygian darkness, a malevolence,
an ancient foe, cast down by the "��All seeing, Odin one eye,"��
his frenzy replete.

Cheers Tazz

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