#WritcoPoemPrompt64
The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds
As the anger and rage of Thor and Odin
Struck out forks of lightning
To scorch the earth below
As the lines had now become
A darkened chasm
Shadowing any hope of sunlight
For the taking of the wings of the Valkyrie
© Valhalla bound