Loki, of Asgard

was a mysterious man

He was dangerous and stony

yet appealing and grand 

A secret he had,

one he kept to himself 

is that on quiet weekends

he was Mickey Mouse himself

Disney, among other things 

was one secret pleasure 

one he ungracefully marveled in 

an embarrassing endeavor 

He loved the happy feeling

and warm fuzzies of families 

of a life he never had,

shunned away, like space to gravity

One thing he must admit

is the love, it’s security 

a happy and graceful time

Oh, how he loved Disney