Heed this tale from Midgard's tongue
But ask not whence the storms doth come
Ask not where the wolves have gone
Or why the birds have ceased their song
For from up beyond in Jotunheimr
Giants lived before thy time
Whom the mortals thought it was their god
So built a pathway from magical pod
As they climbed to their heaven's gate
Alas they met with a grisly fate
A bridge lay open for the Jotun hordes
To descend down to the Nordic Fjords
A plague thus spread upon mankind
As the Jötnar plundered what they did find
The earth became a desolate plain
As the mortals fought and died in vain
But a king then rose and spewed dark arts
And hoped to conquer the giants' hearts
So a crown was crafted unlike any before
From blood of giants and Runar Lore
Slaves they become to the king's command
As he showed up before them with crown in hand
And thus the Jötnar returned to their keep
As like a wolf, the king scared the sheep
Looking down with jealous eyes
Upon Midgard's folk to reclaim their prize
They now hunger for the souls below
Await the seeds of vengeance to grow
But now the centuries took their toll
The giants forgotten and so their fall
Hence this tale crumbled away
And truth became myth… or so folk say…