Do you know,
Why I chose Jormundgandr?
Consuming him,
Digesting his histories –
Wearing his flayed skin.
Cloaked in stolen magic,
Gnawed from black scales.
Drinking tar,
World Serpent Venom.
Becoming Jotnar.
Demigods for a new age.
I took his power.
Cultivated in a name.
Retold as mythos,
Legend.
There was affinity,
There.
Chewing my nails to stubs,
Same as the poor old Wyrm.
Ouroboros.
Teeth locked upon his tail.
Told,
If he ever let go,
Ragnarok would begin.
Died simultaneous to Thor,
Venom doing work.
A child of Loki,
Formless from birth.
Sleep forever,
Safe in this embrace,
Feeding my aura –
To planetary proportions.
I’ll make you proud.
Killing gods,
Saving lives,
Remaking worlds.
I’ll don your title,
World Serpent.
Harbinger of Ragnarok.
Let’s flip things on their heads,
Shall we?
Your legacy ain’t done yet.
Child Of Loki.
