deepundergroundpoetry.com

Midgard

The sky is spinning and the world rumbles beneath
He looks about but no one is still alive
Behind
He hears a sound as she stands on bloody ground
Drenched in gore, just like him after the war
Breathing
Only two left standing on the scorching earth
Midgard is covered with clouds of smoking ash
The last
Ones to walk this earth as life begins anew
Under ash and volcanic rock spewing lava
Amazed
To be alive in the grip of death, lucky stars
As gods lay dead on smoldering altars
Smother
The flames of this wasted realm reborn
They drop their swords and watch the sun rise
Parting
The blackened clouds to expose the world beyond
They walk eagerly into new beginnings