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Loki, spirit wild and free
Born when lightning struck a tree
Chaos arose
Wispy Loptr
Fire, ice, and clever wit
All that make the soul sing
In hand you hold
you falter not
Have a certain way with words
Sleight of hand, play of gods
Scorn the Aesir
Secrets revealed
The Norns decide in the North
Odin’s friend, but in the halls
Refused a meal
Denied refill
Trickster, shape-shift at will
God of lies and mischief
Steal the show
Drink the applause
Spicy smile, shining eyes
Flames and edgy winks
Taunt the world
Hint Ragnarok
Yes, you know they need it so
Ignore the rules, bear the toll
Fall and scream
Poison drips
No regrets, forever bold
In a world stale no more
You feast