Jormungandr

This silent earth tremors

with seemingly sentient purpose

A hatred forged through aeons

with unrequited benevolence

Her divine rage tears the earth asunder

inviting her kin to embrace oblivion

As the wounds they have rent (in her) bleed streams of

fiery blood

To burn away the taint of the guilty

And O' how she weeps, as her children choke

And cry for release from the flames of her vengeance

Until the rivers of blood run to the rising seas

Which wash over the carnage to quench the embers of hate

But death is the only release from her terrible wratch

For she knows that they must die...

...like the parasites they are

Silence falls as the waters recede

and the sun beats down upon the still earth

with a newfound sense of hope

All is calm once more

Life slowly reawakens and emerges from the ruins

Blinking into the sunlight of this new dawn

as the earth lies still, mourning

All is calm once more