Fenris

Fenrir, the spawn of Loki

his sister-god is Hel

his howls unsettle Asgard

eating godflesh he shall

His lycanthropic might

formed like dark clouds malign

there is no way round prophecies

'bout Fenrir's prey divine

His jaws will gape from earth to sky

great predator and yet

't is only by the hand of Tyr

by which the beast is fed

And Odin watches with unease

as Tyr provides the beast of meat

foreseeing a cruel destiny

they told him he shall meet

They seek to capture Fenris

and bind him head to tail

so he will not at Ragnarok

cause carnage on grand scale

They let him test his powers

and put on iron festers

but Fenris breaks free easily:

the Aesir not his masters

But Gleipnir, like a silken ribbon

made of things that can't be found

like breath of fish and roots of rock

will get him stuck and bound

Distrusting, wary of a trap

the wolf demands a hand be put

between his jaws and show good will

that they not try what they not should

As dusk will chase the light away

the Aesir watch one confident

the mighty wolf knoweth no rest

he growls and pulls like life depend

The more the wolf will struggle

the more the band will tighten and

then all begin to laugh 'cept Tyr

for Tyr will lose his helping hand

A sword they thrust up Fenrir's mouth

and long the time he cries out loud

tormented still and on a slope

he drools a river they call hope

Betrayal comes with lust for blood

one day the carnage shall begin

the power of the prophecy:

around, it shall not spin.