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Winds whip the earth, snuffing Hephaestus as he danced through ancient trees.

Love these! Great style and consistency in the characters. I also adore your use of color. I would watch your lines, as sometimes they're a little too simplistic and sometimes ...

With the curve of a wing are your names whispered, for the wind speaks truth.

Convoluted thoughts, a mess: the heart went whichway, mind struggling after.

(Ookay. Now I feel stupid. :)) Selene slumbered on, as fire swept across the skies, and awoke in tears.

(I actually don't know Wotan O.o) Sinmara stands bold; with metal in her strong hands, flames soon singe the world.

Sleipnir whinnies as the descent grows dark, and his splayed legs fail him.

And Jormungandr spat bitter blood, releasing Hel with hate for Thor.

Ragnarok bloomed in summer; the sun fell closer, and burnt up the earth.

There are pulses from below, songs of someone who has passed from us.

But the bears slumber, the time of wildberries gone, and the ground is cold.

Come summer, they fall into the hands of the young and are soon consumed. (Yeah... maybe a bit.)

Soaking into soil, they turned the world dark and red, a summer eclipse.

But they sang in their swift Fall, sang hymns to the skies from which they tumbled.

It seems that the snow should not fall so heavily; alas, December.