Thy nature is entropic,
Bending the wisps of nearby souls.
Pulling them as magnetism pulls iron.
Cold iron is poison to us.
We must dilute it into steel.
To kill a Jotnar,
Of my size.
One would need railgun slugs,
Of cold iron.
Cold hammered into shape.
Heated to settle.
Straight through my skull,
From a capital ship.
Feats of engineering,
Beyond current humans.
I pull,
I push.
Within,
Without.
The fabric of realities,
Shredding where venom ichor bleeds.
I lurk in orbit,
Admiring from afar.
Trying to save them like ants within a farm.
I am void.
Cold Iron.
