RedRavenPoems

The die is cast fate has been set.

The bell shall toll, for the cost has been met.

Chaos will spread, and all its sting shall feel.

As the Trickster comes all shall kneel.

Freed from chains forged by hate.

Revenge shall be what he seeks, what he shall take.

Bitter Agony

Dreadful calamity.

These shall be his weapons of war.

As across the worlds, his rage is born.

Furious insanity

A drastic fantasy

Prepare for the worst, hide your dear family.

For Laufey’s son is free at last.

The beast comes straight from the far past.

Woe to all below the shining son.

For the Trickster has come, his reign has just begun.