I wrote a villanelle using Loki as my subject.
'So, without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you,' the poem!
It is a sad truth that everyone lies.
No words should be trusted as they fall.
It is a fine truth that every man dies.
It is unfortunate that Father tries
To lie to me, and ruin us all.
It is a sad truth that everyone lies.
The strong man is the one who cries,
But is he a man? Has he no gall?
It is a fine truth that every man dies.
Away, away my ambition flies
As the walls I built fall.
It is a sad truth that everyone lies.
I know they see my true icy eyes
As they sit on their thrones so tall.
It is a fine truth that every man dies.
And I, the victim, alone under empty skies,
I ignore my desperate brother's final call.
It is a sad truth that everyone lies.
It is a fine truth that every man dies.