Tales of Yggdrasil: Dawn of the New World

From fiery end and watery grave,
A world reborn, lush and brave.
Green fields rise where chaos reigned,
A fertile earth, newly gained.

From shadowed depths, the gods return,
Baldr and Höðr, from Hel they yearn.
Víðarr, Vali, with strength renewed,
Inhabit realms, in peace pursued.

Líf and Lífþrasir, hidden away,
In Hoddmímis holt, through darkest day.
Emerge they do, to life impart,
Repopulate, with hopeful heart.

Thor's sons, Móði and Magni strong,
Inherit Mjölnir, righting wrongs.
New generation, gods of might,
Bring forth an era, shining bright.

On Iðavöllr, where Asgard stood,
Surviving gods, in pensive mood.
Golden chess pieces, tales untold,
Reflect on past, and future hold.

From end to start, the cycle turns,
In Yggdrasil, life's essence burns.
Destruction's path, creation's call,
In Norse myth's weave, they stand tall.

A world reborn, from doom's dark night,
A new dawn's glow, a future bright.
In echoes of Yggdrasil's might,
Eternal tales of gods' fierce fight.