The tale of baulder

Yo, let me tell you 'bout a story, old as time,A Norse fable laced with betrayal and crime,In Asgard's realm where the gods did reside, There lived fair Balder, a beacon of pride. Balder, the beautiful, loved by all, His future foretold, he was bound to fall, Dreams of his death made the gods all tense, Frigg, his mother, took up a defense. She went 'round the world, got every oath sworn, No harm to Balder from the day he was born, Iron and stone, fire and ice, All pledged safety, so he could live nice. But cunning Loki, the trickster supreme, He had dark plots, he hatched a scheme, In disguise he asked, “What could still harm Balder?” Frigg spoke of mistletoe, the silent marauder. Loki then crafted a dart from the sprig, Went to the feast, where the gods were big, A game of hurling, targets at the stage, Balder stood laughing, immune to their rage. Loki approached Hod, the blind brother there, Gave him the dart, whispered, “Throw it with care,” Hod launched it true, under Loki’s sway, The mistletoe struck, Balder went away. The hall fell silent, grief filled the air, The gods in mourning, deep in despair, Odin foresaw the doom, Loki’s deceit, Balder in Hel, their loss was complete. So remember this tale of trickery and woe, Where even the gods felt the blow, In the end, no oath can cover all bases, When Loki's mischief takes hold in high places.