The Tale of Jormungandr – A retelling

jormungandr tale

God of Mischief
Lover of all things dark
And obscure
Fell in love with the giantess Angrboda
The evil witch
The man-eater
With the black eyes

Together they sated their passion
And basked in each other’s darkness
For many moons both full and new

Until Loki, satisfied, departed
And Angrboda, alone, gave birth
To the fruit of their union:
A massive hideous serpent
With eyes the color of death
And teeth as sharp as knives
And a scaly skin of many colors
That repelled and allured
At the same time.

She named him Jormungandr
And cast him out into the sea
Where he remains to this day,
Coiled around the world
And biting his own tail.

The moment the Great Serpent
Releases its tail,
The Great Apocalypse and Death of all of the Gods
Will begin.

The Sea

the sea

The sea is vast and deep and wide
Filled with hidden dangers
And secret delights
Infinite blues
Mirror the shades of the sky
Millions of tears
Fall down from on high
To the seas I will go
When it is time to die
To the waters I will turn
After I say my last good-byes