Come Loki

Out of stagnation
No creation seen
Change is desired
The sword shall gleam

The pattern unseen
Too close to the weave
Of our lives we alone
Captain of our path

A forest must burn
A tree must die
Before it may return
To build a wall high

Master of gifts
Bringer of change
Bondage to lift
Your ways so strange

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