Son of 6 word story -- 6 (or less) lines of 6 words each

[Sephiroth]

Loki, dark trickster, fair Baldr's bane,
Master of magic and knowledge arcane;
Dressed-up Thunder in fair maiden's form,
Bewildered Thrymr and reclaimed the Storm.

O, mighty Mjollnir, pillar of light,
Jormungand's nemesis at the last fight!

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

(That's so beautiful, Sephiroth, I won't attempt to match it. Instead, I'll offer a bit of doggerel.)

Sif's bright locks are shorn away
The purest gold and shining too
Now she bewails her beauty's loss
'Til Thor comes home with super-glue.

 

[Talysia]

Those are beautiful! I'll have another go, but I won't be able to match those.

The day comes at long last,
When lost souls are finally rewarded.
Forgiven and freed, they venture onwards
To find what rest they can.

 

[Talysia]

The land of the gods awaits
Beyond the shining rainbow bridge, Bifrost.
Heimdall, its keeper, bars the way
To all but the worthy ones.

 

[Sephiroth]

Billowing embers out of the South,
Fire Giant hordes from scorching Múspell;
Vehement Surt in his revengeful wrath,
Ender of Asgard, Midgard and Hel.

Bifrost is broken, Aesir all gone;
Two humans shelter in Yggdrasil's form.

 

[Talysia]

The twilight of the gods approaches.
Will they struggle to prevent fate?
As we likely would, they would.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

In a sky of cobalt blue
Stars are weaving a crystal net
To catch and hold the moon.

 

[Talysia]

Fragile and frail, like gossamer threads,
Vivid illusions of many different worlds.
Entertaining me, enthralling me, frightening me.
My body sleeps, my mind soars.
They vanish with the dawn light.
Though dreams fade, they come again.

 

[Jarshen]

Thrumming on the weave of memory,
The web mother leaves her eggs.
They are sacs of the past,
Born with hope of the future.
Like dreams, they sit colourfully bunched.
Eyes open, with luck they lurk.

 

[Wybren]

Golden light bathes with gentle glow
Dew drops glisten on golden leaves
sparkling like luminous gems..delicately balanced
trembling at any mere earthly movement
Light changes to bright, taking dewdrops
till Morning brings it's gold again.

 

[Wiglaf]

Writing, I create fantastic new worlds.
My characters spring to vivid life.
The concept is fresh and intriguing.
Plaot holes do not exist here.
Threads weave a tapestry of magnificence.
Read, it all degenerates to naught.

 

[Talysia]

A world contained within a book.
A new landscape I can explore.
Story painted out on mental canvas.
Characters more than words on paper.
Every detailed stroke feeds my hunger
And spurs me to read more.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

The sky is salted with stars;
sometimes clouds come lick them up.

 

[Talysia]

A weaving maiden of high heaven,
Fell in love with a mortal man.
Although her father forbade the tryst,
The gods took pity, and sent
A bridge of birds to reunite them,
Yet only on a certain day.

If the weather is very poor,
The birds will not carry them.
Thus they always pray for sun.

(I know that technically spills over into another story, but I couldn't fit the whole story into six lines. It's paraphrased from a Japanese fable I'm fond of.)

 

[Giovanna Clairval]

And clouds shake their sparkling goatees,
while skies like fields of wawes
roll and foam around the sun.

 

[HardScienceFan]

giants do battle,a titanic clash
22 of them.two unmoving,strangely
they chase a round leather object
in pursuit of glory.adoration,money

 

[Wybren]

The Moon and Star watch silently,
Earth bound angels traverse the globe
The Moon She lights the way
The Star She guides the way
Together they help the earth bound
Angels to find their way again

 

[Talysia]

An all consuming beast, it moves.
Ever onwards, and never going back.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

The moon is a crystal fruit
Plucked from a world-spanning tree
By the hand of a giant
Who found the taste too bitter.

 

[Talysia]

Thee headed hound, grim gate keeper.
Eternal watcher of Hades' front door.
Who can gain entry without notice?