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#357 – Backup Dad: Playing With Fire
Previously… Jeff was not on vacation. And Odineye. Revenge. Infiltration. Backup dad. Clever. Frigg. Loving. Boys. Tolerating. Hel and Valkyries. Hunt. Die. Kinda.
Currently… Jeff is on vacation, so if you happen to see a geeky, dark-haired, bearded, sunburned (but happy) guy wearing a Brat-halla around any of the Walt Disney World parks, that’s probably me (feel free to say "hi"). As for the story, Thor gets an earful from Hod as the young thunder god gets set up by the not–quite-as-dead-as-we-thought Hel.
Hod recovered fast! Where is the poetry?
Make it hotter!!! That I want to see.
Ok, it’s not epic poetry like the great Hod himself would do, but since someone asked where the poems were I thought I’d give you folks my “Ode to Hel” as seen from Hod’s point of view… though I have no idea what to really call it (feel free to give a better and more suitable title):
Encased within a floe of ice
As warmth recedes, their souls to pay
Too stiff to move, clamped in a vice
While my heart cries for Her this day;
The day that Hod lash’d out great pain
When, with one stroke his love was slain
Let now the anguish in me rise
The world becomes in disarray
My grief flows forth in haunting cries
As I release my woe this day;
The day that Hod lash’d out great pain
When, with one stroke his love was slain
Let all around me writhe in fear
Nightmarish dreams each night to prey
With no halt, year after year
All will remember me this day;
The day that Hod lash’d out great pain
When, with one stroke his love was slain
Let ev’ry horror be unleash’d
Maelstrom storms, chaotic decay,
Clawed terrors slashing as they screech’d
My angst becomes now yours this day;
The day that Hod lash’d out great pain
When, with one stroke his love was slain
With veil’d darkness as shadows fall
Crushing down those who bar my way
Upon their bellies, make them crawl
While I mourn my lost love this day;
The day that Hod lash’d out great pain
When, with one stroke his love was slain.
I’m not sure…it’s good…but…not quite emo enough. More revenge’ish and not dark enough. This sounds more like dark elf poetry.
And now for a horrible pun of my own…
So if Odineye is white, and trapped in the frozen grasp of Hod…is he Vanilla Eye-ce?
I’m going to go shoot myself and think of a better joke now.
Even…I…Would not…go…there…Eye yield…my…award…to the… amphibian…of…pun…ish…ment…last…rasping…gasp…and…now…I…expire
Hmmm, you’re right… it DOES sound more like something an angry Elf would spout, not Hod. Then again he is only what 7 or 8 here, not the full fledged god yet. Maybe it’s one of his earlier poems… one he wrote when he was 2 ROFL!
I guess I just don’t have a dark enough soul
! I’ve never done poetry for anything other than high school English assignments, and that was many, many, MANY moons ago now.
That pun… it hurt… erk! A few more like that and my poems WILL have the angst Hod evokes ROFL!
Don’t shoot! We need better jokes!!!
God like poetry would be an epic feat for a mortal but I think Hod would be pleased with your attempt
O E’s eyebrow of doom is free. I am gunna call this ice Ice with a capitol I.
drat it, I have something for you guys, but no way to send it. the ‘contact’ listed here is busted
Kari Ellertson … everything Chuck Norris is rumored to be.
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Does that gremlin have a Multi-Melta?