Poem for Surt
by Sheryl Treen
Surt, you were here at the beginning
And when the flames consume the world
You will still be here
Why me
Was there something in me
Some small spark
That needed your touch
Were you there
When I laid and lit the wood
When I stared into the fire
Were you calling to me then
I am now answering
King of Muspellheim
I am here