Quiet storm brewing mischief's in the air
Sneaky with the shape-shift sinner say a prayer
Chaos in the palace shadows he will wear
Silver tongue talk slick truth it will snare
Web of lies woven dance on dagger's edge
Disguises in the mirror living on the ledge
God of tricks smile trouble he will pledge
Ever changing faces reality we'll dredge
Loki spin the world axis on a twist
Mischief's in the plan fog he will enlist
Chaos is the method never could resist
Transformation master secrets in the mist
From Asgard's throne to Midgard's grit
Sly glance one chance truth he will omit
Plots thicker than night fate's lines he split
Every trick in the hat never will he quit
Illusions are his armor words are his blade
In the game of gods where legends are made
Shadows follow suit where thoughts cascade
Mischief is his kingdom chaos his parade
Loki spin the world axis on a twist
Mischief's in the plan fog he will enlist
Chaos is the method never could resist
Transformation master secrets in the mist
