Warning: The pure of mind (which I obviously do not qualify) should never sink this low.
Fallen for You
-To Loki, My Soul Mate-
Ah, 'humanity'... Look how far I have fallen!
Loki of Asgard, in all your hellish glory,
You have rendered me trembling, wet, and swollen:
Yet another fallen soul mockingly displayed in your gallery.
It is the unspoken truth of me that I crave subjugation:
Whip me, punish me, use me as your one submissive toy,
The more your rule me, the more you reward me with blind joy;
You alone control me as I moan out twisted satisfaction.
Fallen, fallen! For you blissfully I have fallen!
You have freed me from life's greatest lie - freedom,
And now I am wholly yours, silent, resigned, and beaten,
But I have finally known peace in your wintry kingdom.
Further down the golden void of insanity, my former self forsaken,
O, Prince of Chaos, how incorrigibly I have for you fallen!
A/N: Three questions you may have in mind: 1) How did you even manage to write such a horrendous poem? Well, I am deeply sorry if it really is as awful as I feel it is, but passion makes people do blind things. 2)Are you a masochist? Mmh, this I cannot say for certain - the idea of SM is appealing to me but I assume that I might be considered as a sadomasochist. (Though I am apparently the submissive one when it comes to Loki.) 3) What inspired you to write something this...passionate? Hehe, watch the short video Say My Name and I believe that you shall understand well enough. ;-)