All the queen’s men stood tall; heads bowed low
Giving respect for the pine box being carried between them
Every eye was dry, but their hearts wept with each beat
Nothing was more important than being there to respect their fallen comrade
Then they would go out into the world and exact revenge
Only person who could fill her days with laughter was gone
Nothing was ever going to bring that twinkle back into her eye
Every sunset she watched and prayed that maybe he would rise in the morning
Given she was down at least a pint and a half of blood
Really, she should be passed out on the ground
Instead, she looked the creature in the eye and growled
That’s what finally broke the monster and it fled into the darkness
Leaving it all behind was going to be hard
Everyone knew her name, her story
Giving up everything to save their nation and their world
Eventually losing her left eye and arm in the dragon’s fire
Now she quietly sits in the town square every day and enjoys what sun there is
Determined to let her legacy pass into myth and…
Coming violently together was their usual M.O.
Obliterating everyone and everything around them with such a release of energy
Love contains almost limitless potential energy waiting to be continuously released, but…
Lust was a poor substitute with so many limits
It would be expended so quickly in a blink of an eye
Deforming each of their spirits, leaving permanent dents therein
Eventually becoming as cold as the void that remained.
Only the Allfather could see all with one eye
Donning his broad hat instead of a crown
It might have made him look simple
Nothing could be further from the truth
Little joke here or trick there makes every day a bit happier
Okay, maybe it only makes it happier for me
Knowing that you fell for my ruse and now have to do the walk of shame
It almost brings a tear to my eye… because I’m laughing so hard
The lightning and thunder are at his command
His hand holding a spinning Mjolnir
Outside he looks like he is as calm as the eye of a hurricane
Reality was the true storm was raging inside
Perhaps the most antiquated name for such a modern device
Here is a pocket supercomputer
Or a way to send text messages around the globe in a blink of an eye
No one thinks its primary function is to hold a voice conversation anymore
Everyone keeps it on silent and never answers anyway
“Focus on the cornucopia of sweetness in front of you”
“Really dude? It’s like oranges, bananas, and like coconuts.”
“Unless you learn to see the totality of sweet vitamins and minerals you will be lost in carbs”
“Isn’t that stuff loaded with carbs? Like, that’s why it’s sweet, dude.”
“That may be true. Can I interest you in a zucchini?”
“Stay far away from me with that thing. You might poke an eye out.”
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