You are ethereal, elemental.
It reminds me, I am earthy, grounded.
The differences between us seem endless,
And from myth, I feel my fears are founded.
Like Loki, you have prankster energy.
I am an earth-mother, like Gaia.
While you aspire to airy greatness,
I forsee my beliefs on a burning pyre.
Within this fire, embers shimmer.
But as for memory, it seems dimmer.
You are bright, but tainted, like chemical smoke.
I feel pale, wordless, shredded, like a bonbon joke.
Amidst such dichotomy, I seek shelter.
Water becomes a refuge, calming my anger.
Although you can smile due to denial,
I reject over-reaching as too great a danger.