The World Serpent (Jörmungandr)
Beneath the churning salt of freezing seas,
A coil of emerald scales begins to wake;
The monster stirs with ancient, slow unease,
Until the very foundations start to shake.
He circles all the lands of mortal men,
With tail held fast within a venomed jaw;
Wait for the day he rises from his den,
To break the cycle of the cosmic law.
The thunder-god shall meet him on the strand,
With iron hammer raised against the sky;
Two titans clashing on a dying land,
Where both are fated in the end to die.
The ocean swallows up the burning sun,
When the Great Serpent’s final coil is spun.
The Feathered Scale (Anubis)
A silent hall where jackal shadows wait,
To greet the soul that travels from the light;
He stands before the heavy, golden gate,
Within the stillness of the endless night.
A single heart is placed upon the scale,
Against the feather of a truth divine;
The traveler’s face is ghostly thin and pale,
As ancient eyes begin to glow and shine.
If heavy with the weight of hidden sin,
The Great Devourer waits to claim the prize;
But if the spirit’s light is found within,
A path to fields of reeds begins to rise.
The god of embalming keeps the holy score,
Between the silence and the evermore.
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