RAGNAROK
Harbards Helmets
glowing with glittering gold
steadfast standing
the heavenly haven hold
frozen faces
staring in streaking storm
princely paying
the terrible trolls toll
firm followers
sheltering behind sharp shields
following fearlessly
the hollow honking horn
thunder thorn
steps seven strong
followed firmly by
to towering trumps
hard hit
by the wirlings weapons wrath
the cracled casket
into silences sleep slips
the wrathfull wolf
finally freed of festers
lusfully leaps
on Greybeards grim garment
priceless power
lustfully lost in love
deerly damages
the poor potentate of pigs
as darknesses death
finally falls fearfully
under the limetless line
the unworldly utter unanswered remains
"Is this the end of all?"
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