Sonnet to Loki
Odin's son but not by blood, frost giant,
Neither one or t'other, mischief maker,
Torn between two realms you turned defiant,
Fallen from your father's grace, world shaker.
Strength in battle is your brother's talent,
Whereas you have tricks, illusion magic -
Cleverer by far, but not as gallant,
Fate has given you a role that's tragic.
No! Deny the hand of fate that seize you,
Damn those cloying rules of good and evil,
Grasp the pow'r that yours by right and virtue,
Cast the realms into a great upheaval.
Here's your choice, O trickster, Loki, jötunn;
Yet forget not, you are loved by Odin.
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Author's Note: Dedicated to Subterraneans who first asked for it and then, when I had a headache, transcribed it for me. Because she's that nice. :)