Up until now, I haven't said much about religion, mainly because I don't tend to give a damn what folks believe, so long as they leave me alone. Today, I feel like posting some poetry. In order for it to make sense, you'd need to know that I am Asatru. That is, I follow a reconstruction of the religion followed by the ancient people of Germany and Scandinavia. The vikings.
So, here's a poem about Ragnarok, our version of the end times......


Sun and Moon, they cease to shine,
Swallowed into gaping maw.
The graveyards spit up broken men,
To ride upon a ship of nails.
The poisoned one writhes,
And breaks his bonds.
Asgard is his goal.
A longboat hewn from dead men's nails,
At the bow he rides.
Surtr strides from Muspellheim.
The world aflame he sets.
Heimdall blows his mighty horn,
To give fair warning for Gods and man.
The Eijnhierar from Odin's hall do stride,
To battle one last time.
Thor shall fight the mighty worm,
And Odin duels a mighty foe.
The fate of Gods already known,
And yet they take the field.
As the hosts arrive together,
The sky begins to bleed.
The valkeries scream,
And flank the dead,
Aiding where they can.
All efforts to no avail,
Or perhaps they help, indeed.
Could be, their efforts save the two.
Mankind's brand new seed.

Copyright Byron Wolfsong 2003