Dim shadows
Smell of piss, shit, and fear.
The stinging drip of hate into a wood grained bowl.
 
Movements, whispers
Wipe the brow, smooth the hair
Muscles quiver in pain of eternal immobility.
Rearrange, shift.
 
Cold stone, iron entrails.
The binding that will be/is/was.
 
But soft whispers
Vigil speak.
The quiet laugh and tones of fondness.
 
He is bound but stronger here,
Stronger than elsewhere.
The good of Him lashed to the stone of despair,
Hatred of the world to pour.
 
This is where the humanity is hidden,
This is where His love is tied.
This is where all the goodness He can be is bound by a contemptuous world.
 
Dim shadows
Smell of piss, shit, and fear.
The stinging drip of hate into a wood grained bowl.
 
My love.
 
6/26/2011 06:17:53 pm

Beautiful experience. Thank you for sharing. The "protector of the innocent" aspect of Loki's character rings true to me as well; I very much enjoyed having a chance to read a first-hand account of it.

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