I am the middle child born of chaos.
A serpent big enough to threaten gods.
Exiled by Odin, thrown into the ocean.
I chase my tail around your little world
And wait for Ragnarok, when I will rise
And eat the god who’s plagued me all my life:
The thunder god, who hunts me, tries his best
To drag me out and slay me. What have I
So deep under the water, done to him?
I’m Loki’s son, but I am not my father
His quarrels with the gods are his alone
But Thor has made an enemy of me
And he’ll come to regret it, in good time.
Tom Juniper Poetry 