The tale of Loki's capture

Listen up, here's a tale from the Norse lore, Loki’s mischief brought to the fore, Balder the bright, the gods’ delight, Cut down by Loki’s cunning night. Balder’s death cast a shadow so deep, The gods in sorrow, unable to sleep, Loki’s schemes had crossed the line, Time for the trickster to face his crime. Captured and bound, they made him pay, Dragged to a cavern, out of the way, they forged his chains, A serpent above, dripping venom pains. Sigyn, his wife, with love so true, Held a bowl high to catch the dew, But when she turned to empty the bowl, Venom would drip, causing Loki to roll. His thrashing brought quakes across the land, A testament to the punishment at hand, There he stayed, bound tight in night, Till Ragnarok’s dawn, the final fight. Loki’s laughter turned to cries, Imprisoned by the Aesir, bound by lies, A tale of trickery and dire consequence, A lesson in the balance of recompense. So heed the story of Loki’s fall, From the heights of Asgard to the cavern’s call, Mischief and fate intertwined, In the saga of the gods, forever enshrined.