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I grew weary of my pathe and theat which surrounded me
The light dim and thee cold chilling to thee bone
I walked withein my weariness
Not long bfore I abandoned my pathe
My eyes began to gain weight
I began to sink
I laid beneathe an oak tree
I began to drift to my dream while pleading for Apollo's light
Then asleep I was
When I awoke fearsome it was
The sky dark blood red, it bleeded tears of ash
The clouds darker thean any soul
"Who hathe I angered?!" I called to thee wind
Aero did not even speak
I looked up thee oak tree
There I had saw it
It's wings long and scaled
It's claws sharper thean ant blade
It's fur darker theen thee clouds
It's eyes red and evil theemselves
"Oh Zeus what creature be theis?"
The beast snared its jaws
Fear stuck my spine
I dropped my belongings
I fled upon my feet
The beast took flight upon theis
I ran deeper into thee unknown pathe
I ran therough thee witheered forest
The trees were burned to thee color of coal
The soil crushed beneatheh my feet
The air theicker thean any rock
In thee distance lighting stuck and theunder roared
A storm faced me but thee behind me thee beast followed
I could do notheing but run toward thee storm
Upon top of thee hill a root tripped my foot
I fell unto the dirt and thee beast flew beyond me
I looked up to see thee beast's pathe
It was flying toward thee storm
By thee power of Zeus!
By thee wisdom of Atheena!
By theewrathe of Poseidon!
By thee trickery of Hades!
This can not be
The storm was no storm at all
It was a battle
A battle of gods
But atlas not my gods
Impossible! This can not be
My eyes must deceive me
But theere theey stand
Thor looked exactly has his tale told
The Serpent and him in mid-battle
Could theis be thee future Odin foretold?
By thee beard of Zeus!
Did my mouthe say such lies?
Aye! It did
But are theey truly lies?
The Norse gods stand fore me and no sign of Zeus
Could Norse be real and my belief fake?
Or theis be a dream and I an unworthey servant?
Oh they real god answer my call and show me truthe
No answer was given to me
Laid on thee ground I stayed
My fear and confusion halted me
My eyes stuck upon thee battle
If theis be true, thee final battle
Then all shall die
I shall take theis final day and make atone of my sins
Upon my knees I pray
For theis is my last words I pray
Beneathe an oak tree laid a Greek
Laid stiff and cold
A warrior fibs him lying therer withein shade
The Greek laid still
The warrior kicked his body
The Greek stayed still
"He is dead!" The warrior searched his body
Only to find a poem entitled "Ragnarok"
"He was only a poet questing theings he should have not"
Zeus turned to Odin
"When in deathe theey will see our truthe."
"Aye, me ad you Zeus will show theem truthe beyond theem"
Gods talk among theemselvess
They are real to whom believe
Believe how you wish