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Awake or asleep it is you I love part 4 Loki/ThorPart Four:
On the fourth day of having Thor quiet literally camped out on his door step Loki opened the door to his room, he looked down to find the blonde prince fast asleep tucked up in the furs, as he looked down on that sleeping face so similar to the day he had woken the thunder god Loki felt the same power from that day suddenly surge in him. As it made a break for the surface the trickster fought hard to keep it from doing what it wished to him, but this was to no avail the power swept through, there was a bright flash of gold light and Loki’s appearance was just as he had been when he had woken Thor from the spell.
Quickly the god of mischief closed his bedroom door, he leant against the door, breathing hard and staring down at himself. Loki swiftly crossed the room hurriedly he dropped down into one of the large green comfortable chairs by the fire place were the dark haired immortal waited quietly for this form to dissipate and for the other god to wake outside before h
Today is a blue day
There is nothing here but grey clouds
They conceal the way forward
They hide the way back
I am isolated wondering which way?
Today is a without you day
A deep depressing despondent day
I would rather it were delightfully delirious
But that is not to be
I am left lone wondering why?
Today is an empty day
There is nothing here save me
The lingering loneliness will not lift
I’m empty inside nothing left
An empty heart and empty soul.
Today is a painful day
I’m cut inside bleeding unseen
No visible wound on my body’s shell
Hidden behind false smiles
I’m bleeding to death nothing left.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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