crafting the world
from the corpse of our first kill
my brothers and I
If only you could have seen it:
sculpting mountains, rivers, stars…
insight and wisdom
for the cost of one eye, a
worthwhile bargain
as was my sacrifice of
myself to myself
Leading the Aesir
through wars and banquets plenty
until Ragnorok
Oh the sight of Valkaries
leading home the noble slain!
and then the end of days
when Fenrir fells me, only
to fall to my son…
So comes the God’s twilight
the end of giants and Aesir!
An end to begin
a new era of fresh life
your beginning
What have you done with it since
but brought yourselves toward your end?
Frank J. Tassone 
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