Vᴀʀɢǫʟᴅ

Blood-drinker of the night moon,

Wolf-lover with dark fur, and eyes

Fully drawn; conquered from the

Sun, turned diamond similar to

Stars who cast earthbound;

Violent and wounded, and as ancient as

He is sacred. He was born from the

Fifth Tree, wild and wildlife,

In love with those which loved him

In return and that loved him none -

Because he loved himself. Young darkpaw,

Lokisson, aged from young love into cruel furor,

And all youth lost, beholds a moon he had not seen

Since once looked upon in a time of joy,

But only reminds him of times starless, stained.

So he howls, his cry, his roar, and his voice -

For the first time since adolescence, his truth.

He knows, he speaks with knowledge to the

Moon and says to her he will return,

Return to his oldest love and be no more

Of what he once was and regain a new moon

That won’t ever forget his name again -

Ragnarøs