The Fishing

Wind is swinging boat, it’s frail on a shoulder of a wave, Stranger’s bored in it, thoughts sail full of laziness, they save idleness, he wants no sailing And he doesn’t want his oar, Cares are hard and he is blaming Scary sea, it’s cold, what for He’s in boat? He goes out fishing, But the sky is empty so, Splash, the bait’s outboard, snake's wishing to gulp down it, he wants more. Fishing rod is getting serpent Among pieces of the ice from the deep, he suffers torment, Stranger’s got him as some prize. He is laughing, laugh is bearing Cruel undefeated storm, Stranger shouts, you are the very Very snake you’re Midgardorm! Snake has risen over stranger, Air poisoned with the smoke, Land was shaken loudly, anger leads the snake into the fog. Snake is gone, the rod is broken And discussion is no more, See you later, snake, you’re woken by the brave and mighty Thor.