A Work of Fiction

above
the light
of galaxies

I spread my wings

communing

with angelic beings

as the gray clouds
are receding
and
the darkness fleeing

the blind are
now seeing
while the gods
are meeting

so too
are mortals

who choose
the path of
virtues

they declare
to those
that's lost
seeking
hidden meanings

of signs
in the depths
that were kept
from those
less meant to bless

they were
not worthy

they sold
their souls
in exchange
for mercy

yet still
they cursed me

and then fields
were burning

the god of
famine
stretches his
hand in
preparation

in judgment
they succumbed
to mental starvation

they could not
withstand
in his presence

lest they
be struck
down

they removed
their shoes
in sight
of holy ground

they committed
to a pilgrimage
to replenish
what was lost

although
the prize
was not
what they
sought

they
still could
not grasp
what they
were taught

knowledge
has a high cost
yet they lost
the plot

destined
to dwell within
prisons
of their
own design

lean not
on your
own
understanding
should you
be trapped
in the snare
of an ignorant mind