From the East in the realm of dragons fair,
Hopes of golden bounty, alas, in despair,
The year hath caught wind of unrest and election,
Fraught, a small boon, offers they of scant selection.
As the raven's map unfolds 'neath Midgard's troubled sky,
Battle roars forth, engulfs the lands of Fertile Crescent nigh,
From Israel to Gaza, bold warriors clash and vie,
Serpents and eagles together, in this deadly dance they lie.
In the Land of the Trident, where the nerdy Norns play,
'Gainst armored giants, the flying axes hold sway,
A pound of fire and fury, these winged shadows deliver,
Hold the ramparts they do, stalling the Rus bear's shiver.
