Twilight of the Gods
Matthew 2:16-18
by D.A. Cooper
Now Ragnarök has come again,
and Sköll and Hati chase
the lights out of the firmament.
Hel shows her cloven face.
The wolves are howling at the door,
and fathers lose their minds.
The sun is gone, the moon consumed,
the darkness chills and blinds.
The warriors slaughter all in vain—
in vain the mothers cry:
“they think they’re gods, but all of them
will die, will die, will die.”
Fimbulwinter’s silence settles
across the middle realm
while Fenrir hunts a baby boy
among the ash and elm.
At the foot of Yggdrasil,
the Norns now prophesy:
“this world will burn then be reborn,
but first the boy must die.”
