Fairy-Tale of The Gift

Welcome to the realm of ancient lore,
Where legends dance and tales adore.
Once upon a time there lived a warrior, young and bold,
With a heart of fire, a story to be told.

In the frozen north, where legends reside,
A warrior's soul, with passion inside.
Thor, his name, with a fire in his blue eyes,
A Gift of Music, his heart holds no lies.

The Gift of Song, a treasure rare,
A melody that heals and lifts despair,
In the realm of dreams, where magic flows,
A tale of courage, where goodness grows.

Yet in the shadows, a witch's heart roams,
Loki, envious, with dark, sinister tomes.
She covets Thor's Gift, desiring its might,
To claim it as her own, in the dead of night.

Through the forest's gloom, Thor walks alone,
Loki's voice whispers, a treacherous tone.
'Surrender your Gift, warrior brave,' she pleads,
'And eternal life, I'll bestow upon your deeds.'

But Thor's resolve is as strong as the steel,
'My Gift I cherish, my spirit it will heal.
It belongs to the Gods, not mine to trade,
Loki's request, forever I'll evade.'

In a fierce battle, Thor's courage unfurls,
Against Loki's evil, his spirit swirls.
With sword and song, he vanquishes the foe,
Protecting the Gift, his honour aglow.

Throughout the realm, Thor's legend is known,
The warrior's  song echoes, in valleys and on stone.
A testament to the Gift that he holds dear,
A reminder that darkness can never draw near.