Four voices did I hear,
in my mind but not my ear,
on that wondrous day
when they spoke of a new way
to think, to speak, and to give.
The Fates, sisters three,
revealed a new plot to me.
The Mentor, a male voice,
gave me the power of choice.
A grand life I could lead
but I would need
to listen, to look, to experience, and to read.
Elation and temptation
formed a sinister alliance
which resisted all my defiance
to the sins of the skin.
It was a struggle I could never win.
On that grim night, I cried
and we died.
Remnants and temporary mimicry
give a semblance they are still here with me.
From the dream
An Angel Born of Man by demonchild4unow, literature
Literature
An Angel Born of Man
He perches upon the churches
of a forgotten God.
His grey eyes and gray wings
would be miraculous things,
if they could serve his Lord.
No halo illuminates
this angel born of Man,
which reveals his lamentable ban:
He is outside the savior's grace,
yet Heavenward he still turns his face.
The ancient, crumbled houses of God
join the dry, dusty surface of sod.
The metal crosses are covered by rust,
so remember Man that thou art dust.
O Poseidon!
How thy seas did froth and foam!
The sea was thy dominion;
thus, it was thy strength and home.
How Man didst tremble and shake,
when thou caused the earth to quake!
Neptune was a Roman fraud,
who was an imposter god!
Thy waves became a trickle,
(for mortal men are fickle)
as thy godly kin and kith
were deemed false and foolish myth.
Whither art those rare portals
which do hide dead immortals?
Proud Poseidon rests in peace, for his pagan praise did cease.