In a forest dusk <br />of pontine gloom <br />lives a lonely creature called <br />Loki-Loom. <br />He listens for to espy <br />another one named Lori-Lei. <br />'She calls me low <br />She calls me high <br />pernicious voice <br />of Lori-Lei.' <br />Loki left Midgarth <br />were he did dwell <br />and buried him deep <br />toward inner Hell. <br />He met there Minos who asked him 'Why <br />to go so far for a Lori-Lei.' <br />'She called me low <br />She called me high <br />pernicious voice <br />of Lori-Lei.' <br />Loki was handed a ball of thread <br />and given the chance to go back instead, <br />but he tossed hope's opportunity aside, <br />and said 'With my love I'll always abide.' <br />'She's calling me low <br />then calling me high <br />pernicious voice <br />of Lori-Lei.' <br />Tears did stream <br />from somber eyes <br />This poor lost soul <br />in surprise <br />he found his love in another's arm <br />and feel to his knees from cartiac harm. <br />'But you called me low <br />then called me high <br />pernicious voice <br />of Lori-Lei.' <br />So what can we say of this tale of love, <br />One-sided devotion is not from above. <br />For both must give if love is true <br />or one will suffer from a heart turned blue. <br />'She'll call you low <br />then call you high <br />pernicious voice <br />of a Lori-Lei.'<br /><br />S.W. Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loki-loom/
