When the Aurora Bleeds

North wind carries the funeral hymn of a sky that will never be

whole again. Iron roots tear through the permafrost.

Old gods wake with a serpent's hiss. Their shadows stretch across the snow

where my blood was spilled so long ago. I hear the ravens call my

name through the blizzard's blinding flame. Every memory a rusted blade,

cutting deeper than the grave. The stars went out one by one

when she left me here undone. When the aurora bleeds across the night.

I'll drag the heavens down. With frostbitten hands and dying light. I'll tear the