The Cycle 3: Hadean
Reagent of absence, worshipped
envious desire; hatred a lonely herald.
Forever moving, forever reaching
fabled gods always out if reach.
Encroaching light focuses,
dusted halos give way
barren vista of circling rock.
Lonely envy rages. Waiting,
sleeping babes bring no joy.
The Waking Giant slams fury.
Glorious whips stretching, burning
No celestial progeny untouched;
the distant children hiding
slammed, remains discarded.
The Giant’s terrible pull reaches all
brazen backs left burning
spinning crusted wounds and heat
spitting out as if in pleading.
All broken to heel.
Copyright © Nathan Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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