o' my king
And lo, said the quaking, the rupturing earthquake, embodied within a mirage of a man; Lo, shalt the God of Mischief be feared; Lo, shalt his steps curl with smoke, as black as the very depths of Helheim; Lo, shalt he be the beautiful adversary.
Roaring Lion he is not; for Venomous Snake, he holds his fortune. Let him tempt the Adams' and Eves' of the Realm, and let him nary despair; for his will is the will, Valhalla-sent; and his will is Eternal.
silvertongue
Sophisticated insanity
