Over at the Woods I've been having fun with non-rhymey poetry for a change, but stilla little less than serious. I thought ole Orcboot should write something about Norse Gods. A little more serious than Homie Bear's stuff.

Ragnarok

Old gods have known their fate
since they were young gods
To die at the hands of their enemies
at Ragnarok
But they await that day
joyfully
For all that matters to old gods
and young gods
and even their enemies
Is to meet that fate steadfastly
and with valour  ¶ 4:04 PM