Deluding of Gylfi

(This is the actual story, alot of changes I wanted to make I didn't disobeying my Holywood notions ofcreating a more interesting story. The story is interesting the way it is)

In the first days of spring
the day was closing
the sun was calling aback it's rays
signaling the end of day
The gods deign to play a little stunt
with a little plot of land
these gods all seemed to be giants
when compared to man
with the exception of a fair woman
who they placed before a king named Gylfi.

Gylfi, though a king was man,
and at the close of day,
This man feared being alone and so he looked for company
disguised as a man named Gangerli, he wandered very far
until he found a certain place
where the wisest of all gathered.

Seeing all of these wise men
his questions began to flow
He asked of earth's creation
So promptly they answer so he seeks more to know
Answered almost too quickly
He knows they cannot be men

But, from their perches above the earth
they spy a way to trap
By filling in his need with the maiden fair
And giving her their wisdom
Now she entered willing to be the mouthpiece of such respect

The woman lured him away with stories of
How it all began.
It was all too much for Gylfi to question
So he just believed
This is what she said:
One of the gods had a daughter named Night
Who was dark enough to blind all sight
She married an Other and had a child
A daughter they named Earth.
Then she wedded "Shining One"
And had a son named Day.

The mother, Night and brother, Day
Ride chariots through the sky
watching over Beautiful Earth
Protecting where she lie.

This was not enough, still, for our disguised king
He sought to know futher yet
About the Sun and moon

Continuing she answered him how mortal man did bear
Two daughters of the brightest sort, fairest above fair.
This made the gods jealous and placed them in the sky
One was named Sun, brighter still, than the other named moon.
I have far much more to say
but ill save for another day.
Then his questions shift from day to season
Summer is so hot and so he asked to know the reason.

Weary of his questions
She instead attack his ignorance
Explaining that everyone knows all of this.
There are two children, of gods, no doubt
One of them named Summer and the other Winter.
And though they never meet, they definately try.

You might begin to wonder
how it is they never die,
Because they are of gods all
Eternity is in them.
You surely have heard of Elves.

Our king feels the weight of all of his questions
Pressing on his eyelids
So, he deigns to sleep.
He offers this woman thanks
by granting her a ploughland.

Her giant, godly siblings,
fitted her plough with giant oxen.
And dug a chanel though his land
leaving a huge Swedish lake and creating Zealand.

Now, who was deluded, I ask?
The loosers of which task
The king who believed a story and gave thanks
Or the gods for thinking his self was not a prank?