Dorian, a retelling of Ragnorok

October 2, 2019

Neither the sun nor moon could be seen

through the opaque clouds that hoved near.

Like the prey of a famished wolf

they soon will disappear.

A once bright and joyous place

was shrouded in darkness.

"Tis perhaps unlikely," I say

for I now share its likeness.

In an instant destruction came

"Inconceivable!" I cry

And as I watch the battle of the heavens commence

the water draws nigh.

The mighty trees were gifted wings

and soon took flight.

With the strength of a thousand men

they destroyed everything in sight.

The walls trembled violently

From the force of the waves.

I wondered if they fell in,

"Will this be my grave?"

O how trapped I felt,

caught in the wake of a great ship

I was nothing more than a drop of water

on Loki's battleship.

What I believed to be night came

and the winds grew stronger.

I thought they might devour the sky

The stars, the moon, and even the archer.

I am witness to the wind's howling rampages

and the rain's valiant war cry.

As the water reaches my knees

I am entranced by the war in the sky.

All around me destruction reigns.

Floating debris and I the same.

My house has failed to keep me safe,

All alone, a trembling waif.

Set adrift on what remains of my home,

with only a journal to write my story in.

With no civilization to be seen, I send my goodbyes

Signed a casualty of Hurricane Dorian.

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