A Mortal Tear
What mortal tear?
Traces this grand and ageless face.
What twist and turn's of flesh?
Can inspire divinities of old
To lay waste to dreamscapes of
A mere weak soul.
Gracing the surface of dawn
New light chases away...
The shadows of the past.
What mortal fear?
Flies in a lives encompassing race.
Tools of hand
Rules of flesh
Deities taste of forbidden
dream's...lace.
Lands of mere walking apes
That claim the waste in a time of rape
That drink the wine
The immaculate Grapes of rancor
What mortal eye...?
In this age...
Can see the island's wrapped in
An arcane god's apathy...
A province of unknown Seas's
What face is this to see?
Divinities own...
A mortal tear.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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