Praise the Gods

In twilight’s grasp, the world awakes,
From chaos deep, a dance it makes,
Stars are born in a tempest’s flight,
As shadows blend with the coming light.

The first war echoes through ancient halls,
In the clash of fate, a destiny calls,
With swords raised high and hearts aflame,
Each life entwined in the breath of names.

Cycles spin like a serpent’s glide,
Devouring time on the cosmic tide,
Each ending sows a seed anew,
In whispers soft, the old turns blue.

The last war looms, a final fight,
Where dreams will clash in the fading night,
Yet from the ashes, hope shall rise,
In the sorrow’s depth, the spirit flies.

Like a snake that bites its tail in woe,
Life circles round in an endless flow,
From chaos born to chaos sent,
In fate’s embrace, we are all content.

So let the cycle begin once more,
In a world reborn where we explore,
In the heart of chaos, love will stand,
A dance eternal, hand in hand.

Raysdottir 09.20.2025 Inspired after studying Voluspa.