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With the end of days upon them
Nears the time of final battle
In the halls of high Valhalla
Asgard senses its death rattle
In the forest crows the rooster
In the sky the sun does darken
In the cave the hound is howling
To these signs the Aesir harken
Heimdall blows the Gjallarhorn
Dark the rainbow bridge is turning
Vivid lightning cleaves Yggdrasil
Then the central tree is burning
Aesir watch in fascination
See volcanoes spew like fountains
See the heavens splitting open
See the oceans climb the mountains
See the continents convulsing
See the forests burn to ashes
See the sons of Mim awaken
In the fatal lightning flashes
As the winds consume the wasteland
From the south Surtr advances
With his minions tearing corpses
Bright his sword and sharp his lances
Aesir then prepare their weapons
Eyes are clear and arms are steady
The Midgard serpent Jörmungandr
Upon the battle plain is ready
With his heavy hammer Mjolnir
Strides the mighty god of thunder
To do battle with the serpent
And to rend the world asunder
June 30, 2014
N.B. This poem is an Epyllion, a brief narrative poem with a romantic or mythological theme. It is written in trochaic tetrameter, like some of the ancient Eddas.
Glossary:
Ragnarök - Final battle and death of the Aesir
Aesir - The Norse gods
Asgard - one of the Nine Worlds and home of the Aesir
Valhalla - a majestic, enormous hall located in Asgard, ruled over by the chief Norse god Odin
Heimdall - A Norse god who blows his horn to signal the beginning of Ragnarök
Gjallarhorn - Heimdall's horn
Midgard- Middle Earth, or the world of humans
Bifröst - the burning rainbow bridge between Midgard and Asgard
Yggdrasil - The sacred Norse central tree that holds the Nine Worlds
Mim - an Asian renowned for his knowledge and wisdom who has been beheaded. Odin carries around Mím's preserved head and it recites secret knowledge and counsel to him.
Surtr- a fire troll with a flaming sword who sets the world on fire.
Jörmungandr- The world serpent or ouroboros that surrounds the earth and grasps his own tail. When he lets go, the world will end. Jörmungandr's arch-enemy is the god Thor.
Thor - The Norse god of thunder
Mjolnir - Thor's hammer and principal weapon
Thor is a place with birds in a pond.
Many birds; some small, some blonde
Few birds come as the seasons demand.
Come and visit Thor with Sanket to remand
All the known and unknown birds beyond.
Thor is a place with birds in a pond.
Let it be cashew or nut or almond,
Bring any thing for birds with monde
And see many types of birds beyond
The island, colours that birds donned.
Thor is a place with birds in a pond.
Few birds are black, and few blonde;
Canteen ready with food on demand,
Garden with plants having leaves frond,
Pond with birds different on demand.
Thor is a place with birds in a pond.
Security guards allow us, on demand,
To take cameras to view and shoot monde
Of varied birds here and beyond.
So, visit Thor with Pari Style in a pond.
I don't believe in you.
Jesus, the Lord, Vishnu,
Shiva, Loki, Thor,
Horus, Ra, and more.
Today, when I tasted desperation,
I almost pretended at adoration;
to get a favor, to finally find some aid,
I almost lied, almost faked, almost prayed.
To pray to one I know not to be?
Profane, to not only you, also me.
To you, in believing solely for the sake of want,
to me, in changing for the sake of some divine font.
So, even though I hold on to faith's lacking,
grant me just this one instance of backing.
Let me evince the ire behind my shame,
all the hatred behind the flame.
Nineteen poems about the same heartbreak,
about the one girl who's made me truly ache;
more than a tenth of all I've written,
to show exactly how hard I was bitten.
Yet for every one, I'd triple them all:
the woman, pain, poems, sorrow's call,
if I never had to spend another day
with those whose creed I no longer say.
I haven't seen my family in almost two years,
thanks to men with nothing between their ears.
I've never felt more alone, been more betrayed,
never had more regret or larger mistakes made.
Today, I defied them, for what I think is right.
They should have learned that some will fight.
Yet despite my bravado, my perceived cogence, I lost;
just one more injustice, one more line they've crossed.
I thought the one I went to unlike the rest,
before today saw him as different, the best.
Now I understand where wrong was my aim;
I shouldn't have expected aught but the same.
For that was the help I almost asked for,
one small victory against the Corps.
Oh, the chance one time to put it right,
impetus to be, change to incite.
You've always known my stance on your existence,
and to your myriad followers my resistance;
that should stress these circumstances' full weight,
that to you I might, even hastily, think to supplicate.
I lay in my bed day by day,
thinking of what next to say,
I feel I dont love you
anymore,
its like I was drowning & now
I'm ashore
I feel no love & no hate my
heart is sore.
all is fair in love & war
Inside my twisted mind i mix,
Two very different links,
Today you die,
tomorrow you cry,
today I'm wielding a sword,
tomorrow I'm defeated by
your words.
I see you in my dreams,
but we are on different teams,
it feels so right & yet its so
wrong,
its like I'm in heaven, but not
for long.
I will kill you today & love you
tomorrow,
this day is on happiness & the
next sorrow,
Why am I like this? Are you to
blame?,
Why are you always that
flame?,
I stand in the midst of
Armageddon
ready for war,
with my armour & hammer
looking like thor,
I see you on the other side
are you looking for more?,
only God knows what it is
we're fighting for!
The names for Thor and Epithets most odd;
Birth Thor Odinson also known as Þórr;
The original name for the god, of Thunor of the thunder god,
Donar, a name for Thor, Thunar, Asa-Thor;
Æsir-Thor his position within Æsir, one of the two major groups of Norse gods;
Hlórriði and or Hlóriði "the loud rider" connection to thunder sounds loud;
Sounds of a chariot ride in heavens rumbles;
Þun(a)raz, meaning "thunder", with his association with thunder;
Pórr, Thunor, Donar, and Thunar,
all stemming from the Þun(a)raz, meaning "Thunder",
Hhich mean "Æsir-Thor" and "the loud rider";
Odin, who be Thor Father;
Thor most powerful, revered god;
In Norse mythology, His name evokes rains,
fearsome storms, the flash of lightningThorcalled,
a fearless protector of gods and men;
Thor was also a dedicated protector of humanity,
fighting enemies who threatened the order of the worlds;
Notable human aliases Donald Blake, Jake Olson
Alas He is aGod of Thunder
though yet presently he’s mere mortal Thor just-
…a man with a hammer Sigurd Jarlson
8/30/2025
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
The lightning flashed, the thunder crashed.
Back then in struck fear in me.
I was petrified, where could I hide,
Apart from that old oak tree?
And, knowing my luck, the tree could be struck
And I knew that I could too.
But, come what may, I could not walk away,
For under the tree stood you.
And, there in the rain, though I couldn’t explain,
I knew we were meant to meet.
We chatted a while and oh that smile
Somehow made my day complete.
A break in the weather; we left together.
That brief storm had changed my life.
Now we celebrate that chance first date.
Ten years we’ve been man and wife.
When lightning flashes and thunder crashes,
I’m not afraid anymore
Together we stand outside hand-in-hand
And give thanks to great god Thor.
I do not sleep.
I maintain my awakeness
surrounded in a room of comic books.
I search for a hero, a savior,
a guiding light that can
lead me through my darkest hours.
The most books I have are of
Captain America
He fights with his shield, man of freedom.
Though my gravity is towards Hellboy
as I'm destined for Hell
and he's made his own journey or two to the feisty world.
Deadpool, Wolverine, Doctor Strange
they comfort me along with Ghost Rider
Moon Knight, Godzilla, Lobster Johnson are all there too.
But who stands above the rest?
Which comic book character is my hero?
Or should I be looking at my bibles and Jesus Christ?
Batman, Silver Surfer and even James Bond...
can they tell the stories I need to hear?
Spiderman, Daredevil, Marauders, they seem to talk to me.
Thor, Loki, Superman...
their books I read
and sometimes just peruse through
But I think my hero is Carnage
Supervillian that's a symbiote.
He keeps me widely entertained!
Soar aloft, brave Thor, sing like lightning!
Unveil to me your hammer.
Hammer strong, strike with all your might!
Illume the sky with your mighty swagger!
Save us from obscurity; take us far!
Oh, chant Viking Pantheon, chant!
Your thunderous chant will sparkle at twilight's close.
Hail Thor, praise bold adventure,
Praise Odin, whose name resounds!
Fair Freya, cleanse me, and sanctify these hands.
Purify my heart, applaud my sacred art.
Fairest Frig, make fruitful all my crafts.
Let my ideations rise to heights.
Oh, plant gardens, noble Vikings, plant them.
Raise them in sunlight, kiss them with moonlight.
Gather the Harvest, ye ancient Norse, gather!
Take food together, praising the Earth's bounty.
Odin, give us sustenance.
Fill our gardens. Bestow our grain.
Let vegetables thrive, let fields be full.
Nourish the land with rainfall.
Oh, dance ye Viking Pantheon, divine ones, dance,
Rant with thunder, cleansed with sunrays
Travel forth, Thor, travel!
Unravel the mysteries of the Big Dipper, so vast!
Whilst we exhalt abundant days.
Let us live an honorable life,
A life of courage, life of kindness
Odin, grant me noble character
And strength to tread the wilderness.
We take the sigil from Odin, All-Father who reigns,
Wise Viking deity, whose jewels flash bright
So mighty, so diffuse
The weaver of the northern looms
Oh, express thy souls with Viking runes,
Rune of protection,
Revealing ancient Norse truths
Praise be to Asgard's Gate,
Whilst Freya smiles bemused.
So be it.
Sky blacks out, cosmic hits hard,
hope stomped flat in the dirt.
Fate snaps like cheap thread—
a flare rips the night, desperate why.
They show up anyway. Scattered, pissed, half-broke.
Never a neat lineup.
Thor crashes down, thunder and beard,
Mjolnir howling, offended.
Lightning stitches dark; he growls old Norse
about shielding these fragile dirt-world hearts.
Iron Man’s late—repulsors blue through smoke.
Tony mutters, half-joke, half-prayer:
“Built the suit so it wouldn’t bury me first.”
Cap steps quiet, shield up, eyes steady.
Still hauling 1940s weight like it’s nothing.
Doesn’t preach. Just won’t let hope die today.
Hulk arrives without warning—ground shakes, screams.
Banner’s lost under green rage, hating what he is
but coming back anyway. Inside the roar,
a guy who just wanted to help.
Widow slips in like smoke—no glow, no speech.
Knives, lies, red ledger that won’t wash clean.
Hawkeye looses an arrow splitting wind.
No powers, just good eyes and bad temper—
wrong place, right time. Again.
Wanda twists chaos like smoke she can’t quit.
Reality whimpers under her fingers—
fragile, grieving, one bad thought flips everything.
Vision floats calm, crystal mind, patched heart.
Speaks probabilities. Nobody listens.
They just need him there.
Then it cracks. Messy. Shields clang, words cut deep.
Egos, stubbornness, old blood. They yell, scatter.
Some don’t come back right. Family’s like that—
bent, bruised, still breathing.
Sky tears wider. Worse crawls through.
One hoarse voice cuts static:
“Avengers… assemble.”
Not a cheer. A plea.
Gods, spies, monsters, machines, soldiers—
flawed, half-broken—drag back.
Not noble. Alternative just sucks more.
Power’s not hammer or glow or gamma veins.
It’s showing up bleeding, hating each other,
when hope’s a bad joke.
Old comics curl at edges, decades of ink,
arguments, second chances—they stand.
Not perfect. Not forever.
Just long enough.
Cosmos notices. Remembers the mess.
The stubborn, stupid, beautiful mess.
I was born in a temple in Vietnam,
but the stars knew my name before I had one.
They planted me in a priestess's hands,
and the priestess planted me in the soil of elsewhere.
The Avengers called me strange.
Not unkindly—they simply could not read me.
I had no rage for them to measure.
No hunger they recognized as human.
Thor spoke thunder and expected echo.
Iron Man counted his grief in decibels.
Captain America dreamed in red stripes and duty.
And me?
I dreamed in pistil and stamen.
In the slow mathematics of pollination.
In the patience of a green limb
waiting through winter.
They saw a woman who touched their temples
and whispered futures.
They saw hands that turned bullets
into rose petals.
They saw the way I loved the swordsman—
a broken man holding a sharp thing—
and they called it pity.
They were wrong.
Desire for me was never the body's crude arithmetic.
It was the *knowing*.
The knowing that love is another form of prophecy.
That to give yourself to someone
is to read a death you cannot prevent.
I am the Celestial Madonna.
Which means: I am not a mother yet,
but the universe is already listening to my womb.
Which means: Cotati taught me to grow kingdoms
from a single seed and silence.
Which means: when I dance,
the stars adjust their coordinates.
They asked me once: *Why do you never raise your voice?*
Because I have heard the hum of the thing that made us.
Because anger is a small room.
And I have lived inside the root systems of planets.
I touched the Vision's hand once.
Cold. Synthetic. Utterly alive.
He asked me what I saw.
I saw him not as metal or mind,
but as the question electricity asks itself
when it is almost a soul.
That is my gift.
To see the almost.
To love the nearly-born.
When I leave Earth for the stars
to bear a child who will save or end everything,
I will not wave goodbye.
I will simply stop pretending
to be small enough for doorways.
And the Avengers will finally understand:
she was never strange.
She was just the only one
who had already read the last page
and chose to stay anyway.