The End Of Days

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– Odin and Fenrir

wide lick the waves at seasons’ wailing end
worlds squirm & wither beneath a weakening moon
sulfurous teeth singe stars & feeble grass
the days grow dark, doomed; wolfish grins.

Fenrir feasts, a fiery dusk
he tears and tastes the tales of Gods;
a brother once bound, now bounds free
rivers roam, Ragnarök has come.

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Tony Maude over at dVerse invites us to use Accentual Alliteration for today’s Form for All. This is my attempt or rather, draft – I have no idea if I did it right… so hard (even harder at 4am), but such fun! 😀 Of course I had to tackle Norse Mythology… may the Gods forgive my feeble attempt. 😉
photo credits: en.wikipedia.org

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34 thoughts on “The End Of Days

    • actually, i was telling my usually very iambic brain to shut it – the non-rhythm is intentional. it needs more work, very true… everything’s a draft anyways – at least for me. thanks for the visit and comment, Björn! 🙂

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