First attempt at writing. It`s just a confession, thinking about Loki and his life. Just a poem.
In the flame of war and murders,
In the cruel, rotten times
There was a child of two fathers,
Who should take the both crimes.
He was brought up as a monarch,
He was told to be a King,
But his dream with birth was stolen,
He was up to nothing.
Full with jealousy, despair
He erased the edge of good and bad
And his evil, devised fear
Disparaged him making mad.
Groundless, morbid ambitions
Made him go ahead without remorse,
He was lost in the suggestions
Of the deaf fatal offense.
He just wanted to be praised,
Loved, significant, respected,
But the way he picked betrayed
Making him away from home rejected.
He was suffering alone
In the dark nooks of the Universe,
No more worthy of the throne
With uncertain hope of forgiveness.
