I hear Your voice, cracking wildfire
leaping from tree to brush to stem.
Laughing in darkness, You come,
green-eyed terror, Laufey’s son
driven wild and raving, deadly
as a forest of spears, sharp as a river
strewn with stone knife-blades,
stark as the silence before a tornado
stretches toward the yielding earth.
O Breaker of Worlds, chaos and
destruction bound and unbound again,
staining the fabric of wyrd like
blood-crusted wounds re-opening,
like bruises blossoming under skin,
this day, with my eyes wide open,
without hope for a reprieve, I will
truss and wind and throw myself
into Your storm, spinning in a halo
of Your fury, and let You devour me
as particles of living meat and gristle.
Though I know You will rend me
crush me, splay me open, shining
guts and beating heart and all,
though I know You will dash me
against the stone gates of Helheim
all Your damaging words flailing
steel-tipped whips to lash the soul,
talons and fangs tearing out everything
that makes me feel safe from myself,
I give myself to You, wholly, with
the aching understanding that I cannot
ever hope to fill You, fulfill Your
ravaging hunger for pain and chaos.
For You will swallow me only
once Your madness has infected all
the known world, the world I live in,
and the death of my sanity will be
only a last little bit of suffering after.
Prayer by Elizabeth Vongvisith
the artist is IrenHorrors!
https://www.deviantart.com/irenhorrors/art/Loki-914356054
