A short poem.
The days of loyalty where broken down
The warrior stood with his shield at hand
The crimson silver sword at his other side
His twin sister meets his eyes and she raised her bow and arrow
All the male could think is this had to be a sick joke
This had to be a false dream
For why would his sister dare raise her arrow to him
Yet there is no kidding in this story
The twins fell by each other’s hands
They both tricked by the goddess Freya that they were each other’s enemy
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