Jörmungand
I’m sure all humans would repent
if he was real: the Midgard Serpent.
He lives in the sea and sleeps well
but if he awoke we’d meet a freezing hell.
The pollution of the ocean poisons the earth
and once he releases his tail we’d lose our mirth.
For his rest was ruined by too much trash
so deep in the sea his whole body would thrash.
Waves would crash upon the sand
when the giant Jörmungand slithered onto land.
Cries of fear would erupt from us
because we lost our superior’s trust.
Bringer of Ragnorok,
Loki’s second son is as solid as a rock.
This poem is about:
Our world