The information dragged on and on as far as the mind’s eye could see
Her imagination trying to scoop it up and deposit it into memory
Research she knew she would use later
Examining lines of thought and spinning them together
As she wrote down her ideas
Determined to weave her story
Been looking to start something else
Even though I have five hundred or so projects in the works.
Given all that, something new has caught my eye.
I wonder if I could squeeze it in if I sacrifice something else.
Nobody really needs to sleep, right?
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
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