---

Gape wide my jaws and She will not escape again.

Her horses flag with the weight of pursuit,

wan-skinned and faltering hooves

distressed by the salt of greying clouds.

They burst and lash against the wheels of Her chariot.

I will devour you. I will devour you.

Arvak, Alsvid, worry not for the swiftness of your deaths.

I have given chase for a thousand years

back and forth across this skull of Ymir,

and shall I ravage your necks and swallow

every flaming stalk of your manes.

You shall suffocate in the warmth of my guts.

The barren valleys of day are wrecked with dreams

so ruined by the knowledge of the coming end

that their light wilts like a garden engarland

With weeds: unkempt, uncared and undressed

by cold, sharp teeth of Death.