Author's Note: This is a quick poem inspired by Loki's character development throughout Surrender and Estranged, but certainly could apply outside of them in a more figurative sense.

Sincere insincerity.
The gears of the craft
interlocking efficiency
to maintain control.
The upper hand is mine.

I am the King
of dreams deferred,
destroyed designs,
and dictated destiny.

My desolate heart,
barren and forsaken,
eschews humanity
to behold my vision.

At the center of my thoughts,
my castle stands empty,
awaiting loyal subjects
I shall never possess.