Loki's p.o.v
A sacrificial love, an universal loss. Your Goodbye goodnight lullaby, an untimely swansong. Rest in peace underneath the moon and stars if you must. An obsolete dawn, weightless oxygen, your transition over to the great beyond. These hands of God, immortalized fragments, these complicated puzzle pieces. Eighty different shades of sage, these black and blue scars, obvious unhealed battle wounds of ours. Nevertheless age gracefully with time and wisdom, your sparkling wings. X marks the spot where the kingdom of heaven became a reality for us.