It's all for a thunder, but like rage against
the waters, as lightning
which strikes and spreads in the clouds
into energy is turned.
It's like the ancient myths of Thors Hammer,
but they misunderstood;
for so much was lost to time: To not abuse,
for seasons come and go,
It was an ancient people - but those too
destroyed themselves
for they wanted more, more than the soil
could provide them with.
As it was writ in wyrds,there was plenty
until those witches came,
it all but destroyed them for the hammer
became a curse instead.
Only Ask and Embla remained after that -
but they forgot, forgot :
We must not, for we are still like children
holding an infant.
May Heaven and the Earth watch over us,
that we do not drop it
for like a tear is it then shattered out of
our hands it slips.
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