Loki Laufeyson

One Shot

Loki sat in his room reading Midgaurdian poetry. He had read through books and books of it when he came across one that he rather liked. It was called "The Beast".He read it over and over again and could never get enough of it.He would reiterate himself to all the people of Asgard , and chant the poem in his sleep. The poem read ,


They see the steaming of breath from the dark
Watch as its slavering jaws beckon
It is the antithesis of the lark.

back to their Brilliance ,
Flee with fear laden wings ,
back to their exalted Ignorance.

The snarling beast vocals its resent
Below in the bleak descent
What a peculiar noise to pierce the air
As if carnality bare.

Only courageous curiosity
Can uncover the secret 
of such perceived Monstrosity
And let their minds be lit.

Banish banality ,
And watch as their baleful beast
falls to Rest its head ,
Against the unloving figure,
fur laden with blood from stray instrument,

Listen to the beast's mournful howl 
Like the groan of a shattering boulder ,
Feel the heat of its shuddering breath ,
And wonder,

For beasts are not borne of lapping flames ,
or Mischievous aim ,
Their raven fur was once golden,
True Brilliance to behold in.