A/N: Just a few days left until Ragnarok... :D The style of this poem is called a pantoum, which uses a certain pattern of repetition. Thanks for reading!
Trust my rage,
he whispers,
with intentions black as night.
Fallen prince, would-be king,
he whispers,
You will always kneel.
Fallen prince, would-be king,
his heart is ice, his smile is cruel.
You will always kneel.
He has been broken and remade.
His heart is ice, his smile is cruel;
he will become the monster they fear.
Though he was broken and remade,
he remains envious, hateful, and blind.
He will become the monster they fear.
He is no one's shadow.
Envious, hateful, and blind,
he seeks the love that is already his.
He is no one's shadow,
but he is lost to darkness.
He cannot find the love that is already his.
I am Loki of Asgard.
He is lost in the darkness.
And I am burdened with glorious purpose.
I am Loki of Asgard –
with intentions black as night –
and I am burdened with glorious purpose.
Trust my rage.