SigynSigyn and Loki wait in the damp twilit cave, listening to the eerie echoes of each poison drip and the sound of their own breathing. Sigyn holds a wooden bowl over Lokis face. Slowly, it fills with the venom of a snake coiled on the rock ceiling. When the bowl is brimming, Sigyn carries it away to empty into a rock basina fermenting pool of poison. Loki is left unguarded; he screws up his eyes. The snake does not wait. Its venom splashes on to Lokis face and in torment he shudders and writhes. He cannot escape, and the whole earth quakes in his struggles.Sigyn5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Loki lies bound. That is how things are and how things will remain until the destined apocalypse: Ragnarök.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.
Never were sweeter words of love spoken by a silver tongue than when he realized that she deserved to leave himand that he didnt love her enough to let her go. And so he told her romantic
Needs SayingIt's always the shy ones. Memories, that is. They hang back, letting bright moments of cartoons and Christmases hold your entire attention so they can creep away to a forgotten mental corner. They don't want your reverie; they want to be left alone.Needs Saying5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Some memories shouldn't be.
Some have something needs saying.
When I was eight, I thought I was a horrible child. I was greedy and selfish, wouldn't eat anything I was given, treated guest children like they were stupid, ran off three of my aunt's maids, ran out the hot bath water, could have gotten my cousin killed, and very nearly did the same for myself.
Perspective is funny that way. My aunt's ultrasounds, the ones that showed an empty womb, make so much terrible sense now. To be pregnant one day and then the next be told that you weren't, that you had never been...at least a miscarriage can be buried. How could she mourn an idea? And where was there time to? She had lambs to feed, farmhands to pay, and poachers to drive off or survive,
The Quiet One SpeaksWatch out, world, or you'll missThe Quiet One Speaks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
me go by. I am flash
powder behind the sun,
black at a funeral
at midnight, and that one
quiet note forgotten
in the din. I was love.