And when the river told it forever had long been happening;
It saw in its midst the place arising and there, people gathering,
These people; clansmen, nomads and more decide upon society…
New gods close the doors and make paupers of those old,
Urd no longer knows the future as surely as it had once told.
And when the river told it, it told it in swirls of red,
Told of a performance of many that left a great many dead,
It told it in battle where it saw men slaughtered like cattle…
But as the river told it, its waters once more ran clear,
The river that had run forever had forgotten the fallen that lay here.
And when the river told it, it had nurtured those that stayed,
Whose trinkets had become industrialised and traded far away,
The town now tells the river in a maelstrom of clutter…
And when the town told it the river was already old; older than old
New ways close the door on old gods and rivers no longer know.