A Wolf Named Sköll

In the grip of the everfrost alight
Every lake and stream in sight
Succumbs to the bitter, scathing cold
As it falls
Thick, ethereal snow, claims the sky
Tonight
Padded feet will pursue the sun and the moon
The fen-dweller's spawn arise.

Behind this curtain of white down
Obscuring the sun, the stars, and the moon
Fenrir will taste the flesh of gods
Once more.

The sun will meet its end
In the jaws of a wolf named Sköll
Brother Hati chaser of moons
Destroyers of the night.

Thor grips his hammer tight
A clap of thunder signs the death warrant
Mjullnir, comes crashing down
The wounded wolf falls into twilight.

The sun and moon return
Light has been restored to this world
Will this be the last that we see of Fenrir's bleak attempts?

A hopeless landscape, devoid of light
A close call for humanity
All hail the Thunder God.