the mighty gods –
fearsome brothers three –
were at fierce odds
with a giant quite frosty.
they declared a war
and did successfully kill
that might creature of lore
and melded his body to their will.
massive volumes of blood did pour
to form the rivers, lakes, and sea.
dragged out of his awesome door,
the giant’s body was gruesome to see.
pushing and pulling the now cold skin,
molding it like modeling clay,
the brothers pulled and pushed it in
to form lands, hills, and dry bay.
hacked from his mighty bones –
surely a task of which to brag –
their axes and swords made harmonious tones
as they formed many a mountain crag.
from the chips of bones, teeth, and toes,
they formed rocks and pebbles for the sea.
from the hair which on his head rose
the brothers fashioned a tree.
now that their foe was dead,
the brothers, never questioning why,
took the giant’s skull from his head
and used it to dome earth and form a sky.
to hold their dome
in its heavenly rest,
they positioned four gnomes
to hold it up – north, south, east and west.
to light the dark
and to cool off a friend,
they fashioned stars from a spark
and made a giant provide wind.
though there were no moon
or bright warm sun,
the brothers did not fret or swoon
for their jobs had just begun.
and what of these gods –
these brothers three?
they rest in vahalla, looking for odds.
they are odin, vili, and ve.
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