Prayer | To Fenrir

They spoke your name with trembling, feared the measure of your growth, and so they bound you—not for any crime, but for the crime of becoming too strong. I know this chain. I know the gleaming rope they called "ribbon," woven from things that do not exist: the sound of a cat’s footfall, the beard of a woman, the breath of a fish. Lies. All lies dressed as mercy.

Hail to the bound one. Hail to the unbound one. Hail, Fenrir, Chain-Breaker. Let the old gods tremble. I am not tame. prayer to fenrir

Fenrir, first of the broken-chained, teach me the patience of the wolf in the trap. Let me feel the sword laid across my open jaws— not as a threat, but as a promise that I will still bite when the time comes. When the world tries to bind my spirit with fear, give me your slow, yellow-eyed knowing. When false peace is offered for my silence, give me your growl. They spoke your name with trembling, feared the