Borders, or Fools of disgrace

Only wind plays with snowflakes as we come along
By trails of our past and your future as one.
On the border we stand watching Iggdrasil burns:
So slowly it burns in beginning of Death of all worlds.

Never minded before time will reach final stand;
Did you ever believe - golden age comes to en end?
Now as ship under storm-rage it runs down the wave -
But no one is watching, no one will be saved.

In miracle twister of damned and saints;
Now watch how your pride is blind
Has left them - and us - no more chance to survive!

«It’s the End of the gods», - so you told to your kin,
Entwining survival of worlds with your win:
«As long as our reign goes on - you will live».
But we came here before you - long after will leave!

So here on the border that painted by us -
Who was the first in the Universe and will be the last -
Before wind of fire comes from outer-space
We blame fallen gods as fools of disgrace.

Your realm will be burned, so proud and weak
As Nature herself made with everything
Who tries to deny ancient powers and rules
And, poisoned with envy, by pride was consumed

2016/02/25