Lightning strikes near the base
The glass stairs climb high
Sand whips in currents around
Forged grand is this god’s memorial
Tossed from heaven
Thor fell
Unable to retrieve his mighty hammer
Unlifted it stayed 
Thor lived a lift normal and free
A wife he loved
Children he had
He was a god, that became a man
And stayed so
The hammer has formed its own pillar
A trial for the next man
That wishes to wield lightning 
And once again 
Thor will be seen again