As Thor and Odin, played above
The heat did clasp like a giant’s glove
The mute birds, and their kith and kin
Could not be heard amid increasing din.
In the tower, we sit and wait
Looking out for Hade’s Gate
A tell- tail sign, in the wandering haze
That lets us know something’s ablaze.
The wind it blew, and on us, did foist
The subject of a difficult choice,
From our point of view, of eagle eye,
It’s not good to be seen to lie.
Eyes do strain, is it dust or lime
Damned indecision makes a bind
Give it ten or maybe more
Look again, just to be sure.
Nothing worse, than being a fool
But keep in mind the forest jewel,
For should it burn, forget the treasure
Because all our jobs, are up for measure.
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