Hail Loki of the Wanderers,
scarred lips from too many secrets
begging with diamond-shine change
riding forgotten railways and clinging
to stray children to keep them warm.
Heart-Eater, Sky Treader, your highway
is dreams and your song is siren liberation
you are shepherd of outcasts, come to me
as beggar and homeless magician, shapeshifter,
wild and wonderful, I raise my horn to you.