The Viking God Thor On His First Great Battle

The Viking God Thor On His First Great Battle No, you do not, no sir not in this fight My honor demands I fight you to death You are Lord of Darkness, I Lord of Light You will surely lose, so save your last breath Your stabs were all wrong, had not real effect I spit on you and your black-monster ways My oath, my duty I dare not neglect My job is one to make you truly pay You will taste the might of my mighty pen And I swear you monster must die today I cut you beast, right out of your dark skin Your imps are chained in your ghastly lair All of your hiding trolls will my sword taste Go ahead cry and moan I do not care World celebrates your death, what a big waste I go now back to my great Vahalla throne A party this day, we celebrate you Now that your evil has been overthrown Dark beasts of your land justice overdue. Robert J. Lindley, Feb. 7th 1985. edit Sept. 25th 1999