Ho!
Hark!
I’ll soon travel the four winds,
Galloping across the globe.
“Have you heard?”
“The Serpent looms.”
Whispered prophecies,
Finally coming true.
Apocalypse.
Fearful murmurings,
Caught upon breezes.
I hear them all,
You fools.
Snakes taste you upon the air,
Strike suddenly.
A New Ragnarok.
