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Adversary
Turbulent waters churn as the great beast
Twists and turns around Midgard's core
The destroyer, spawn of the trickster, sees
And anticipates the coming bloodshed in store
Striking terror into the hearts of gods
Malice filled eyes, wicked and cruel
He hungers for flesh and thirsty for blood
A force of nature, shaking Asgard to its roots
Blood of the blood
Of the great wolf
He is the coming end
I speak the truth
Blood of the blood
Of Hel, so wise
Jormungandr
Will rise
The trickster seed running wild in his veins
Was shat forth from a giant's womb
The thunder rumbles in the pouring rain
He will, eagerly, escort the gods to their tombs
Born of the beast
In dying lands
Spitting curses of hate
The end of man
Bred for the war
Across the land
The serpent wakes
Once again
Nightmares born
To spread his name
Behold great Thor's
Adversary
Grinding the bones
Of the slain
The hammer blow, lightning strikes at command
Against mighty coils of the beast
Poisoned fangs into flesh, the hope of man
Is failing now, eagerly, becoming the feast
Born of the beast
In dying lands
Spitting curses of hate
The end of man
Bred for the war
Across the land
The serpent wakes
Once again
Jormungandr
Is twisting in throes of hate
In this battle
That will seal his fate
Will Ragnarok
Be a chance for rebirth?
Jormungandr
Is shaking the earth
Blood of the blood
Of the great wolf
He is the coming end
I speak the truth
Blood of the blood
Of Hel, so wise
Jormungandr
Will rise
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Twists and turns around Midgard's core
The destroyer, spawn of the trickster, sees
And anticipates the coming bloodshed in store
Striking terror into the hearts of gods
Malice filled eyes, wicked and cruel
He hungers for flesh and thirsty for blood
A force of nature, shaking Asgard to its roots
Blood of the blood
Of the great wolf
He is the coming end
I speak the truth
Blood of the blood
Of Hel, so wise
Jormungandr
Will rise
The trickster seed running wild in his veins
Was shat forth from a giant's womb
The thunder rumbles in the pouring rain
He will, eagerly, escort the gods to their tombs
Born of the beast
In dying lands
Spitting curses of hate
The end of man
Bred for the war
Across the land
The serpent wakes
Once again
Nightmares born
To spread his name
Behold great Thor's
Adversary
Grinding the bones
Of the slain
The hammer blow, lightning strikes at command
Against mighty coils of the beast
Poisoned fangs into flesh, the hope of man
Is failing now, eagerly, becoming the feast
Born of the beast
In dying lands
Spitting curses of hate
The end of man
Bred for the war
Across the land
The serpent wakes
Once again
Jormungandr
Is twisting in throes of hate
In this battle
That will seal his fate
Will Ragnarok
Be a chance for rebirth?
Jormungandr
Is shaking the earth
Blood of the blood
Of the great wolf
He is the coming end
I speak the truth
Blood of the blood
Of Hel, so wise
Jormungandr
Will rise
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 8th Feb 2015
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9th Feb 2015 9:23am
Just like am reading one o f william blakes work,zour choice of words and the challenges you poss in trying to make me paint a picture.
Nyz work,keep it up man
Nyz work,keep it up man
12th Feb 2015 8:09am
