Jormungandr

This silent earth tremors
 with seemingly sentient purpose
 A hatred forged through aeons
 with unrequited benevolence
 Her divine rage tears the earth asunder
 inviting her kin to embrace oblivion
 As the wounds they have rent (in her) bleed streams of fiery blood
 To burn away the taint of the guilty
 And O' how she weeps, as her children choke
 And cry for release from the flames of her vengeance
 Until the rivers of blood run to the rising seas
 Which wash over the carnage to quench the embers of hate
 But death is the only release from her terrible wratch
 For she knows that they must die...
 ...like the parasites they are
 Silence falls as the waters recede
 and the sun beats down upon the still earth
 with a newfound sense of hope
 All is calm once more
 Life slowly reawakens and emerges from the ruins
 Blinking into the sunlight of this new dawn
 as the earth lies still, mourning
 All is calm once more