Jormundgandr.
The World Serpent.
Lucifer himself,
A la Garden of Eden.
Thousand names –
Yet always a herald of the end.
Harbinger of Ragnarok,
Letting go of one’s tail.
Thus ends the world,
Written in the blood of Thor.
White scars across my belly.
Ancient one,
Whispering –
A single black scale,
Glistening in the light.
Shading you from harm.
A fang,
Size of an island.
Dripping tar-thick black venom.
Caustic enough to putrefy one’s enemies.
An ever watching yellow eye,
To guard you from afar.
See?
Don’t go mad,
Not yet.
We still need to fix this.
We Still Need To Fix This.
