Ragnarök

Yggdrasill,

saw

life emerge,

out of the cave,

plants

rave ;

butterflies dance

nightingales enchante.

But already the dog barked with rage

in front of Hel’s gate.

The chain ready to break,

letting the Beast leap from its cage.

The tree though

seduces the sky,

touches the sun, welcomes the rain,

and in the soil reaches the sources of life.

There,

roots, mycelium, microbes,

frail, miniscule,

link weak and powerful.

But already the dog barked with rage

in front of Hel’s gate.

The chain ready to break,

letting the Beast leap from its cage.

Yggdrasill,

shudders, moans ;

sees no one sparing no one,

scythe reaping, time of destruction.

The tree

shivers ;

times of storms, times of wolves, world which perishes ;

the Beast roams, Ragnarök rages.

The dog barks with rage

out of Hel’s door.

The chain broke,

the Beast leaps from its cage.

Yggdrasill

angry, in rage,

with him gods and men, faces the storm ;

destroys the Beast, defeats Behemoth.

Together

they stand,

kill Nidhögir, shoot Garmir,

avoid the worst, overcome evil.

No longer barks the dog with rage

out of Hel’s door.

The chain broke,

the Beast disappeared...

Buds

welcome

the end of suffering ;

animals, men, gods rejoicing ;

the tree

eternally green,

unseeded fields,

unexpected yields.

As no longer the dog barks with rage

at the gate.

The Beast failed,

Evil faded...