The Twilight of the Gods

The wind sweeps Howling across the plains, a gusting fuel for Surtr’s flames as the Gods march for battle at the end of an age. The sun is gone, consumed by Sköll, and with the Heavens now collapsed, chaos proceeds to unfold. To the bellow of Gjallarhorn’s call do the Aesir now charge across Vigrid’s many leagues, intending to draw Jötunn blood; They desiring the same. Quickly, friend and foe draw near and the cacophony of death begins, mankind swinging on a feeble chain which does dangle dangerously between. Towering gods and looming giants obliterate the earth below, while Odin’s throat is torn asunder in Fenrir’s jagged jaw and Freyr finds himself soon skewered on Surtr’s lengthy blade. So too does Thor meet his end, Nine steps after Jörmungandr is slain. In a pool of warm, fresh blood are Heimdall and Loki lain. A mountain of the dead reaches towards what remains of the sky, And at the same time does a raging blaze consume those that are left of giant, deity, and mankind. The conflagration is then drowned when the world sinks into the sea and all is dark for a time until the Earth rises, now fertile and green. Left safe and unharmed having hidden in Yggdrasill’s embrace, a man and woman now emerge, unsure of their fate…