A/N: Rated T because of the dark quality of the poem's voice.

The light grows dim,
The battles are won.
Love is gone and past,
And yet. . .
My memory shines bright.
Bright, and bright;
Ever on, into the void of night.
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The sun sets red,
The last of the light shines. . .
The edge of the world burns gold
But here . . .
My heart I hold.
Hold and hold;
Recounting anguish all untold.
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It burns so bright,
The end of this final, glorious light.
The war that was,
Now lies faded and dead.
Still this . . .
Sense of rending woe.
Woe and woe;
Eternally on it seems to go.

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All has gone on;
There is none left to care,
I lie as the darkness falls.
Forever . . .
I shall recount all that I have lost.
Lost and lost;
I rent my soul, and thought naught of such a cost.
.

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All is ended as it had begun.
Fire kills fire,
and tender affection
cannot be easily won.
I suffer . . .
For this is my fault.
Fault and fault;
I lie entombed inside this grievous vault.

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I broke my bonds,
I made my choice.
And have grieved my soul,
For I cannot wind
the Hands of Time.
Never return. . .
To what once was.

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So here I lie, as sunlight fades.
Knowing I have written my own fate.
There is nothing. . .
It is too late.

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My soul keens a lonely call . . .
For I have forsaken all.
And I can never return.
I have broken
A bond once run deep.
But nevermore will it unite,
For I
Have fractured it with spite.

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So here in the dark, I lie.
Here in the dark. . .
Am I.

A/N:

All right, I honestly have no idea where this thing came from. But perhaps I was setting myself up for this, what with reading crap on tumblr and all this emotional-causing stuff on Pinterest about the Avengers. (Loki and Thor in particular.) Also reading those crazy-amazing fanfics by Alydia Rackham.

I'm not even in this BLOODY fandom, yet here I am writing POETRY for it's (perhaps?)número unoVILLAIN. I DO NOT KNOW what's wrong with me. I have no idea what this really is! Just, um, review and tell me what you think.

Answers to Questions That May or May Not be Asked:

1. This is somehow, some way, from Loki's viewpoint.

2. It's supposed to sound like the voice of this poem is falling apart from emotional grief, though outwardly the voice hides all emotions. (Like what he's done is slowly killing him, but he's attempting to wall off the feels.)

3. I don't know where in the canon of the comics or the movies this would fit. But it's in there *squints hard* somewhere.

Please, please review, as I'd love to know how this poem made you feel, regardless of the fandom it's in or not.

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