Asgard

Everything is reflected in the sky.
Some say we came from the sky, it was the first element of creation.
The gods created us from their own blood, made the world from their flesh and inserted us into the vast openness was the beginning of the world.
When we think of our gods we see them from the heavens.
These stern leaders with our destiny in their hands.
Yet they must be lonely.
The age of the gods is over, they've become a whisper in the wind.
They soar the skies in a world they no longer know. They could let themselves die but we still have a hold on them.
We are from them.
We are them.