In Norse mythology, Ragnarök is a series of events, including a great battle, foretold to lead to the death of a number of great figures, natural disasters and the submersion of the world in water. (Wikipedia)
“Snow will hold a little while…”Battle drums approaching close,
you can hear them through the water,
pulsating with each beat.
Tiny drop, so weak and insignificant alone,
slapping ocean on the surface,
giving birth to rings of shock,
expanding slowly in the distance.
Under rays of the unforgiving sun,
marble looking snow is melting,
plunging into waters.
It is unwilling to convert,
not yet ready to join the growing forces.
Snow will hold a little while,
struggling to protect its ancient form.
It will eventually dissolve,
pushing edges further inland,
centimeter at the time.
Crow landing on the old tree branch,
eyes the color of the inner wine.
It’s glancing at the feasting men,
Crysis on the land,
famine, war, disasters of the nature,
clash of culture and religion.
The sky is covered with smog,
hiding stars behind its curtain.
Old snake is running out of poison,
rusty chains are giving way…
Battle drums are nearer with each beat,
just look at the surface of the water.
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