By Victoria L. Koch
Rancour feeds the icy prince,
Lingering upon the throne of gold
The godly mischief dwells
In solitude, his heart turned stone.
5 Betrayed. Deceived. Well-grounded rage
Within the giant’s chest resides
And – wroth upon his fellow kings –
A coolly lordship he provides.
In Asgard lies his wrongly home,
10 Defeated by the half-god’s will.
Yet Jotunheim, his homeland true,
Is bound under a ruthless chill.
Eternal Prince of Asgard: cede
And rest before thy lifetime fades!
15 A holy king thou’ll never be.
Quite nothing but an heir of shades.
’t is in your hands to turn your fate
Before the gods with anger rise,
To take away your precious life
20 You rather live it in disguise.
Yet is your destiny foregone.
The younger one in mis’ry fails,
Abandoned and alone becomes
A phantom of the ancient tales.