Fallen: A Free Verse Poem
He falls . . . Oh how he falls through the abyss into a unknown void.
He never hits bottom for he never stops falling.
For how can you stop falling when you've come from the top?
He was Loki the Prince of Asgard, but now he is but a broken shell that is constantly reminded of his failure through others actions against him.
The torture of knowing that you are the thing that you once feared the most, would tear down any man. But this fallen Prince was no mere man. . . No. . .
He was a God.
. . . .
Now Loki watches from the sidelines wishing for death with all his being. Knowing that those he loved most are nothing but a whisper of a dream. He wishes that Thor was his 'real' brother and that his mother and father were the Asgardian Royalty, but he knows that it is a lie.
This Fallen Prince slowly rises from the ashes of his old life and begins again. . . But this time he knows who he is for certain.
There is no question of what he is.
He is Loki, the one who should have been King.
He is Loki the God of Mischief!