The Allhringr burned, a crown in the skies, Gold-wreathed fire, where silence dies. From its blaze came breath and law, A light no shadow ever saw. But giants stirred with hungering flame, Ancient hands that sought a name. The Heptaspire rose, defying the stars, A tower that dared to shatter the bars. And so it cracked— The heavens screamed, The Ring was torn, The world un-dreamed.