by G. R. Grove
Sing I not the Sly One;
still I know, unwilling,
bound though be his body,
busy is his spirit.
Trickster, crafty thinker,
trouble-causing gabster,
mischief careless making,
men and gods befriending.
Envy seeking often,
after waking laughter;
thoughts and meanings twisting,
taking chances, wrecking.
Force of chaos foxlike,
false to foes and hall-kin;
good works also gaining
great, through measures hateful.
Ragnarök will rupture
rocks and chains, earth-shocking;
free, awaits most final
fight with horn-blown White One.
