A black halo of swarming moths crowns him,
Wretched from the forest , his pupils dilate.
The lights welcome dispels the ensemble.
Staggering to his feet, he rises to fate.
Huginn and Muninn perched on each shoulder,
Whispering secrets courtesy of the Sphinx.
His linage, the bastard son of Loki.
His Destiny, to dethrone Dionysis.
Jack Greengrass
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