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An age ago I espied the death of the Gods,
When frightful Giants over ran the Gates of Heaven.
Many good folk fell at the edge of the blade,
High on the pyre, or riding the gallows
Long ago a spell of sleep fell upon the forest,
Halls hewn from living wood in a hail of axes.
A blessing it seemed, though a curse it proved,
Cutting off the folk from land, sky and water.
Without aim have the folk long wandered,
Under a sky where no stars dwell save the brightest,
To the end of the world in the wake of a giant,
Entangled by a Dragon's witful story.
Yet the shadows of the Gods fall long across the ages,
For Their kithe and kin are still among the living.
They speak to those who learn to listen.
They say, "Awaken! You are our children."
Dan Miller Valpurgisnacht, 1995ce
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Image: Arthur Rackham, 1910/11
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