![]() THOR --- THE POWER OF ONE OVER MANYA Poem by andrew mitchell
So my friends give me your hands,
And lets wreak havoc on these lands Forces of nature hear me now Lets lose control : the trumpets sound. Angry gods stamp their grounds As these pressures build all around; Hear the roar of Thunder. Crash! Boom! Demanding space, give him room. And then there's Lightning, he will strike With all the light of glorious white. And with Neptune, seas will rise To wash those tears from your eyes. And when you think all is dimmed; Feel the howl when I call the Wind. For with my Clouds I will pour; My Heaven's gate opening the door To inflict our scorn on the Earth. Just like those times with the World's birth. For I'm the ruler of the Seasons, With my powers I need no reason, And when my anger finally subsides I'll give you the Sun with my friends demise. For when my mischief has been done, You'll welcome the sight of the rising sun. For the Sun will chase my friends away, And you will have a pleasant day.
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3 Reviews Added on March 8, 2015 Last Updated on March 8, 2015 Author![]() andrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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