Youth Flare

Loki, lay your cheerful care
Upon this jocund child
Help them ever keep their grin
And gaiety, undefiled

This youth I ask you tend
Their brio in your image
Inspired to their pursuits
As their morale, no one can pillage

‘Pon this child come there a blaze
Blithe Trickster, your brazenness
A warming spirit of humour
So all they know stay harmless.

Seel Loki!

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This piece was requested by @winterautumndreaming