Poem: Loki.

Loki, written 6/30/2021. Inspired by the character Loki (MCU).

Why do you weep, oh little one? For your ears are sharp, your heart full, your head wreathed in gold.

Mischief follows like a shadow, both yours and of nature. You cannot help it, for nature becomes you. The role you play is your own despite the forces that try and claim you as that which you are not.

Mischief and folly and mistakes, falling down, feet finding their way, making amends, triumph and glory at the success of finding you.

What makes a You a You? The answer, my slippery one, has always resided in your heart. But I cannot tell you, that you must search for yourself.

A dagger it may be, but you are the one wielding it.

A dagger you may be, but there are those willing to take the risk. 

To trust The Trickster.

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