Ezramalia

Loki was in jail, after the alien war on Midgard with the Chitauri, having won a victory but in what price? Happiness? Joy? Rejoice? No, not for Thor it isn't. He has imagined many fates that will happen to Loki, all of them unpleasant and painful to bare through. The war has no ended, it never had. Mental war in his own beating heart that thumped beneath his chest. The guard called him from the down the large tall halls of the Asgardian palace, his father demanding his audience with him in the throne room. One thing for sure, it was probably decision what is going to happen to Loki. He just knows it, he has gut feeling it was. With a sigh l

No angel calls my name. No heaven waits for me. No love to call my own, No arms to hold me. No death to take me. No hate to scorn me. No one will take my solitary soul. Not even the depths of hell. This is my punishment for sins done in lives past. Never loved. Not even hated. Never seen. Just isolated. Until this world's end My soul walks alone. Unseen by the eyes of Heaven and hell. Unseen by the eyes of all. (18 October 2012)