Surt
by Andrew Gyll
(Previously published in Shadow Gods and Black Fire, Asphodel Press 2008)
I was first.
I am the doorkeeper
who will drop the bolts
behind you when you leave.
In the leap, twist,
and salamander slither
I writhe and seethe
in formlessness.
I am breath
and the mother of smoke.
I am warmth and terror,
the dance at the star’s heart.
I am fury
on the face of the atom.
I am molten.
I am love, death,
terror and exaltation.
I am the beginning of beginnings
and the end of ends.
I am the doorkeeper
who will drop the bolts
behind you when you leave.
Grandmother says she is oldest—
I am older.
One-eye says he is wisest—
I am wiser.
Red-beard says he is strongest—
I am stronger.
World-walker says he is the most cunning—
I am slyer.
More terrible than Hel,
with her I gather parings
at the end of time.
My sons have honed
their swords of flame;
in splendour they spring forth
to ravage worlds
without number.
I am the doorkeeper
who will drop the bolts
behind you when you leave.
Artwork by Viking Myke.