I captured space 

A hundred billion galaxies 

Belonged to me

Loki was there but he kept out

He tried to warn me

But he was a trickster

And I chained him to a crystal

Beshownd ExCravitii!

My luck ran out

But it was a good run

The power of Ambient Dream Waves

Was no joke

Nikola Tesla knew it

I spent my final years 

Exiled like Ovid

To a rocky exonosphere field 

Living off Plutarchian snails

And Stratos artichokes