A for Asgard:
Lightyears ago, the stars shimmered, bowing to the finest cosmos, glowing for the one planet that spins, spins and spins gold, guarding the home of Gods. Ages ago, the stars thrived in ecstasy, privileged to swim in the specks of Frigga's magic and prided themselves for lusting after the dust of bi-frost.
And when the planet glowed for one last time, a last turn, a final spin, an epic tilt in it's fine axis, when it was consumed in reigns of fire, melting away the thrones, crowns and all the legacy, the lurking stars dimmed in sorrow, gathering the remains of their lost warriors.
There will no longer be nebulae and astral. It was decided that they will no longer be on their knees to bow to the Gods who destroyed the gem in the space.
But then, the moons of Asgard lived, so did the Odinsons, paving the asteroids to lead the broken stars home. A light of hope was ignited, a swell of happiness bloomed once again.
All were stripped when the stone bearer brought their princes to knees.
"I assure you brother, the sun will shine on us again" He vows, his broken voice echoing across the continuum, his cape of emerald fluttering for one last time, before he falls in the ashes, breathless, lifeless and lightless.
Asgard will live, and maybe not among the stars as it once did, and certainly not in the specks of Loki's magic that brought smiles in child's face. Asgard will live, not in it's prime, not in its gold, but it will live.
Asgard will live, as a breath in his lungs and as blood in his veins.
Asgard will live, thrive and rule, it's light as a halo in his crownless head. Asgard shall never lay down in its grave, as long as it's only son fights brave.
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Word count : 312.
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