An Army Before

They stand as Pillars of ravenous claim;

Pariahs of Asgardian pathos,

Ever-ready moths to my game;

Seething desperation embossed;

 

Sacrificial armoured wounds,

Nations borne of savage feasts! Hark!

Paeans of kindled tongues resound!

As crushed knees love their Monarch!

 

My feet of assembled bargains,

They shall scorch the graces of Odin;

For Thor, my… brother, Jotunheim awakens,

A mate, they seek! Oh! Dear Jane!

 

My fate of a hateful life,

To rule giants and mortals;

With a leeching scepter as wife,

Yes, with the boot, an ant has no quarrel…

 

My army courts menace,

Splitting skulls for only me;

Glad tidings flow intimately,

Slowly, by the scream of my name…

 

LOKI!

 

 

 

-Leah

Author's Note

Yes, I'm afraid that I too have been Lokified.

I have so much to work on.... This is what I get for procrastinating.
*slaps self* Get with it, woman!

Reviews

[Ban Heo]

I love the first stanza and all the others for the most part as well but I feel like the last stanza doesn't read as smoothly as the others. I don't think Loki is necessary either. I feel like it's already implied.

[Belle]

There is so much to know about this poem, need to be in my library for further understanding! The piece is truly engaging and I will be back for much enjoyment.