Ragnarok MAG

August 20, 2016
By Dream_Palace SILVER, Thousand Oaks, California
Dream_Palace SILVER, Thousand Oaks, California
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We are young.
Entire worlds at our fingertips,
Galaxies shining in our jewelry,
We pull stars down from the sky.
(It is raining light.)

We are immortal.
We feast and celebrate among the nebulae,
Civilizations commemorate our exploits,
They build stone temples to reach us.
(They never can.)

We are aging.
Darling, there are parts of your smile missing,
Someone put the waves in our skin,
Where did the silver in our hair come from?
(Once upon a time, it was gold, bronze, ink.)

We are falling.
The wind creeps too easily into our bones,
Our monuments are tumbling down to dust,
Everything is a blink.
(Even gods can die.)



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on Apr. 12 at 3:29 pm
Sorenfaolan24 SILVER, Kissimmee, Florida
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I've read this in the TeenInk magazine! So beautifully worded :)

on Aug. 26 2016 at 3:26 pm
addictwithapen PLATINUM, Chesapeake, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"I'm at it again as an addict with a pen." - twenty one pilots, addict with a pen

My interest in mythology compelled me to click on this the moment I saw the title, and I was not disappointed. You expressed the transition from joy and power to decay and death very well. A great piece.

on Aug. 25 2016 at 1:32 pm
Cadenza101 BRONZE, Wilmington , North Carolina
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i loved it, the way you used your words put beautiful images in my mind. keep up the good work lad!


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