Ironwood

By HeadpatSlut

East of Asgard lies a wood that hides the darkest Doom,
Where the trees bear not one leaf, in deathly silence loom,
In Ironwood, there dwells a wraith who scribes the darkest Rune,
All her sons are born as wolves, nursed on blood of stars-
Those kin to Fenris lie in wait, they live on mortal scars-
Torrent winds shall tear the Earth, and Frost shall quick consume-
These great black wolves shall herald it, when Ragnarok comes soon-
Be-speckle the skies in both Heaven and Earth with the blood of the Maiden called Moon.

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Published on Tuesday, April 14, 2015. Filed under: "Horror" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

A piece inspired by lines from the Prose Edda, of the wolf who is born to chase and devour the Moon.

Comments on "Ironwood"

On Thursday, February 28, 2013, BetaWolfinVA (791) wrote:

Loved it...All too often i think that Loki sees me as his favorite play thing...his sense of humor is effing brutal
A former member wrote: i like the nordic influence:)