A/N: Similar to the Idunn's Apple poem I wrote.
The Norns three, old and wise
Whilst weaving the Wyrd by Mimir's well
Did foresee the gods' demise
Ragnarokr, when the final bell shall knell
Crimson, golden, and soot-red,
Three roosters bring the final end
The Deceiver, the Golden Comb, and the last unnamed,
Heimdall shall echo the message they send.
The great wolves of the sky shall devour the moon and sun
Sons of Loki, wolf and serpent, break free of their chains
Naglfar sets sail, Asgard comes undone,
Fimbulvetr brings an end to all of Midgard's pains
Surt's fire shall set the nine worlds ablaze
The Allfather shall meet his fated death
The Thunderer and the World Serpent at the end of days,
Shall do battle, and both shall be laid to rest.
In the aftermath, when the worlds have finally ended
Two mortals longing for life shall inherit Midgard
From Hel's cold grasp shall some be reclaimed
And the remaining Aesir return to Asgard.
The Norns then say, we survivors then will gather at a thing
Reminisce on the past, poems and praises shall we sing
Of the wondrous deeds of the ones we have lost
To Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods.