This isn't mythology, this is Aeneid-like fan fiction.
all mythology is Aeneid- like fanfiction, according to some theories.
Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc'd by fate,
And careless Electors' words of weight,
Bold and bound, came to the Stir's shore.
Long labours, both by sword and wit, he bore,
And in the doubtful war, before he won
The Sylvanian realm, and reclaimed the curs'd town;
His banish'd kin restor'd to rights divine,
And settled sure succession in his line,
From whence the face of Stirland's Counts come,
And the long glories of Van Hals' home.
O Sigmar! the causes and the crimes relate;
What plot was provok'd, and whence his fate;
For what offence the God of Empire began
To abandon so brave, so just a man;
Involv'd his anxious life in endless cares,
Expos'd to wants, and hurried into wars!
Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show,
Or exercise their spite in human woe?