Death Long-Due

The world darkens, the wings of rancor
Engulfing the ground
Two heavenly bodies now gone
The mistrust ignites.

From the midst of idle gods
There was heard a call
The mead-filled old man
Yelled across the hall.

I heard the lightning strike
Six crackling roars
The ripper of the skies
Has been set free.

Death Long-Due!

Dressing for an easy war
Grasping his spear
Of great Yggdrasil root
Lusting for blood.

I shall paint the ground
The curse of doom
He will find his way
The unmarked tomb.

On his steed he rode
The legs like spiders
Quaked the ground.

Upon his shoulders
The crows, ever cunning
Betrayal on their mind.

Hooves struck the heathers
The old man had arrived
The wolf unfettered
With vengeance, roared.

How kind of you to join me
Oh father of the slain
For eternity I waited for this day.

The crows turned on their master
Took off the loyal disguise
The god of victory knew fear
As they plucked out his eyes.

The swordmaw growled and leaped
Sinking his teeth
In the throat so divine
And heavens wept.

A mighty river flowed
Blood of the king
The rain of ash covered
The winter's sting.