
Through manipulation and intimidation was the war waged
Subjugation and fear must its desired end be!
Against the snare of Loki’s mastery did I grapple
and from the might of Ares’ sword did I flee
But with enormous arrogance I denied my fragility
falling ever deeper within the confines of my hubris
I became lost and was no longer recognisable to myself
As I paused in the midst of chaos to reflect upon the murkiness of the mire
Did I discern with certain clarity, that the tormentor in chase was created by mine own reasoning
And with mine own reflection did stare back without cause or compassion
Stated grimly yet curiously sanguine, “With you I will always be.”