RAGNAROK

• Javier Cross, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2008

Terror comes hence
No life may stand it’s glare
To stop it there is no fence

Not the stamp of a Mare
Not the cry of a child
Not the roaring of nature
Nor the blade of a spear

Fear strikes the heart
Not a soul to stand
There is no sound of a laugh
Only sadness and fear at hand

It is terror to its utmost
It is fear at it’s highest
It is for the devil himself to boast
Evil; it is the mightiest

Famine, Plague and Death