Poems!
Jormungand
The leviathan lies in wait,
a monstrous ribbon stitching through the ocean,
ensnaring continents in his coil.
Awash with scales and seaweed,
he rears his hideous head.
The crescendo of his rise
grinds on the eardrums of Odin.
The leviathan lies in wait,
a monstrous ribbon stitching through the ocean,
ensnaring continents in his coil.
Awash with scales and seaweed,
he rears his hideous head.
The crescendo of his rise
grinds on the eardrums of Odin.