A warrior's Day of Birth

The gods watched upon him since the beginning of the days
There he was, resting in the arms of his lovely stepmothers
Who gave no love but instead infused sacred power into his soul
Godly magic flows through his veins, the veins of this demigod.

That glorious and awaited day
When his birth took place on the earth
Every part of the heavens were ablaze
With the power of lightning and thunder

Not knowing what was happening
Common people ran and hid frightened
And started praying to their private gods
The ones who don't exist anymore

And above the Nordic skies watched Thor
Laughing at the weaklings and the useless
Pleased by the presence of his son in those lands
The one who will guide the lost sheep to his doors

Anxious was the god, desiring the blood that one day
His precious son will shed as a sacrifice to his deity
Without knowing that his worshiped and loved Lord
Was nothing more than his father, he was blessed by a god.