The Well

Shrouded by the Ash where silence sways Loki trods through hidden ways Eyes like stars, yet shadow-lined He bears a storm, the untamed mind Awake, Old Sage, from ancient sleep I've come to delve your waters deep I bring you tempest, pure and raw To cleave apart eternal awe With elder runes, a spell he weaves The Well stirs like winter seas It mirrors not the flesh, but spirit Revealing depths we fear to visit Observe! exclaims the Trickster, grinning Mímir stares, his world-view thinning A prism of eternal flux A boundless sea, sans anchor's crux True wisdom isn't scripted verse But endless query, boundless mirth Solid truths are but gilded lies That mute the soul and pluck out eyes Mímir nods, his visage cracked Your truth speaks the essence lacked My Well, once still, now roils and turns A realm where endless query burns Loki smirks, his teaching scribed Yet leaves a lesson, well-described Drink of yourself, and always see That wisdom's parch seeks boundary-free