Loki Project Day 10

A pyre burns in a far-off place

I have no tears to shed

My Jotun-children are fettered

And my Asa-children dead

My wife grieves here by my side

In chill of the gloomy cave

The last gift drips down on my face, the one that Skadi gave

It burns within the wooden bowl

The venom dark and grim

For eternities the dripping scolds

Upon my flaming skin

Each time my love takes the bowl

To throw it all outside

My pain is said to shake Midgard whole

Until the time is right

I will cast aside my bonds broken in my rage

For all the death and suffering

Upon my children made