Child Org of Otterland
Child Org of Otterland,
Child whom the gods would send,
Child of Og and Odin’s daughter,
Child to be a legend’ry otter!
With white-feather wings, a dolphin’s tail,
Gills so he could the water inhale,
Gold antlers, flippered feet, shining eyes,
And white fur to spell the dark’s demise
But the darkness would level Otterland
And send northward Org to Britannia’s end
To find the fabled treasure of Odin
And bring the Peace to Britannia again.
North to Fair Isle the white otter went
To retrieve the treasure of great potent,
The clear, gold-banded, shining White Rune,
Transforming into Odin’s blade Balmung!
Southwestward to Malice Island Org flew
To see the wicked Seven Satans through,
To abort the Dark Lord’s resurrection,
To quell the darkness' insurrection!