i am Loki incarnate

plying my trade of mischief in the subtle guise of word

the turn of phrase hides the wicked blade

the golden tongue beguiles, pleasures and wounds in turn

chained to my stone slab in Hell, the snake drips venom in my eyes but still i fight

no chains can contain my mind

i bring destruction with my every thought, my actions bring forth the end of days

behold my power and tremble in fear

for i am Loki, and lies and pain follow my every step

and i will not rest until my work is done