The Punishment of Loki
To my North, the trunk of a bare bleak tree
And the spires of a coiled poisonous snake
Hissing at me: I am bound to this rock
In punishment for revolting against
The tyranny of the Asgardr gods.
To my South, the hovering mists on a deep
Rocky chasm that swallowed up chaos and
Its daughters. They were so attractive to men
That the gods feared their world of order
And harmony would be overturned.
To my East, sublime, snowy mountain peaks
Thrusting against the dumb overcast sky.
Silence, like terror, is everywhere: its voice
Scarier than desperate yells. For the ice silence
is the true voice of the indifferent gods.
To my West lies the world of the humans
Whom one day I will set free. I will lead
The forces of chaos and shatter the ice
Palaces of the gods. Water springs will
Flow into the eternal meadow of a new