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