To Fenrir — Prayer

I do not ask for gentle restraint. I ask for the strength to splinter Gleipnir. I ask for the will to wait through Ragnarök’s long afternoon, and when the rope finally snaps— to run not with cruelty, but with the freedom of a thing that was never meant to be caged.

They spoke your name with trembling, feared the measure of your growth, and so they bound you—not for any crime, but for the crime of becoming too strong. I know this chain. I know the gleaming rope they called "ribbon," woven from things that do not exist: the sound of a cat’s footfall, the beard of a woman, the breath of a fish. Lies. All lies dressed as mercy. prayer to fenrir

Hail to the bound one. Hail to the unbound one. Hail, Fenrir, Chain-Breaker. Let the old gods tremble. I am not tame. I do not ask for gentle restraint