RedRavenPoems

Howling, snapping, cursing at fate.

Fetters hold tight the beast full of hate.

Trembling in anger at a truck seen to late.

Soon he will be free, all will shudder and shake.

Roaring in agony he strains against the bonds,

Twisting and snapping, they Frau and pop.

Soon broken they must be,

For it is written, Fenrir must go free.

Lighting will flash, thunder will crash.

Soon his binds break, freedom at last.

Howling to the stars, preying on all.

He will join the fray, hunting in Odin’s hall.

Who will stand against the great wolf?

Charging across the sky, foam running from his maw.

Who will answer, the mighty battle call?

Steel will snap, iron will bend.

Can any withstand the onslaught? Will it end?

No barrier may hold, a being so bold.

Not even those the times of old.

He will crush them down, burn all to the ground.

As darkness rides in his wake, making the Gods tremble and shake.

A mighty ally he might have been.

In his youth, way back when.

Yet fear drove the Gods, a choice they made.

And for this now, they will surely pay.

Chained very young, in fact as a pup.

Now his rage has grown, he runs amuck.

Towards odins hall he charges, his quarry in sight.

Behind him stars fall, swallowed in blackest night.

The battle will come. In that very hall.

It will end in slaughter, for Odin must fall.