loki

he is the one and only..

Without burden, I am without name.

For deep within malice my heart burns so dimly but..

I am without shame.

It is sweet and yet it is bitter that my lies have taken flight.

That my fears and my woes have become an organ in my soul.

I am glorious in all things and in this evidence I am not without plight

but my lies will catch up and they will take its toll.

hail the new king, loki, the frostking in my sight...

Author's Note

so romantic.... ( shut up) 0_0

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[Brittany Zedalis]

Saw this one on deviantart recently. It's pretty creative. I don't see many poems for Loki on here. xD

[m.s.early]

That my fears and my woes have become an organ in my soul.

Many jazz musicians I know refer to the sound that occurs when overdrive is implemented on a Leslie amplifier in high speed connected to a Hammond B-3 as grinding. It's dirty and grungy and when someone like Melvin Seals grinds it out it is most definitely soul stirring.

I am glorious in all things and in this evidence I am not without plight

Indeed my poet friend. Indeed. But when we deal with our past and seek the courage to make restitution and amends passionate enough to become a spirit that is no longer committed to that type of behavior, we can face it bravely and place it handily in our tool box where we store implements of soul repair.

Inspiring. Thank you for sharing. :)