The Fate of Fenrir
Child of Loki, giant's spawn,
Odin's doom in wolfish form.
Evil-born or betrayal turned?
By the Gods and people spurned.
Judged, tried, convicted through their fear,
of the threat you might be some future year,
They chose to bind you strong and fast,
though they knew it could not last.
They told you it was just a game,
something to test and prove your name,
they'd tie you up in every fetter,
but none could hold you any better,
Like silken threads you snapped each one,
steel and stone were soon undone,
finally they brought a ribbon, frail and thin,
yet some dwarfish magic sparked deep within.
Your suspicion roused, you tried to