Three Feet Too High

Church to Blindness, nothing to see
Crystals of light shining before He
Slowly the mist consumes all
Expanding its tendrils- Wait! Up above darkness falls.

Slowly He approaches, no sword in hand
Attempting to view the fallen evil on this land
Scars tearing into a black sheet
Behind Him a smooth voice breaks, slightly offbeat,

“Listen openly and listen free,
For my time is limited with thee,
To It, I'm opposite, your sweet belief
Do not contest me and yours shall be sweet relief.”

And with a horrid bow the monster winked
As Orange Light made the illusion extinct
Awakened a lover sat nearby
Of this world, she was His truest Ally

The time had come, for they called
And seeing Him they were enthralled!
“Let us take this giant before his Greatness,
And no longer shall we remain Nameless”

Victory over man was easy enough
The Demon, thriving, was the next rough
But silent it was for one more day
Just man and peace and naiveté

In clouds and lightning did it appear
But not to man’s prediction did it adhere
The monster had no quarrel with simple man
To kill a god, that was always the plan

Upon a ethereal mountain top He stood
Reflecting on His home, wife, and fatherhood
The clouds around grew thick with smoke
And a scarred monstrous hand upon the plane broke

It tilted its head, baffled by what it saw
“Child I tell you to withdraw.
This is not a battle you can win
I do not lie no web do I spin.”

As He climbs branches to its height
His voice rumbles, “You know I must fight.”
And so with a smirk it let lose its fire
For beyond him lies its desire.

No man truly wants to die
But honor calls to defend an ally
Even in the saddest moments ending never
Man wants to be here forever

With courage and might he lept
And humanity, unknowing, never wept
For faith unbroken he crashes down
And into a stream of fire the monster and man struggle and drown

The purity of holiness extinguish both
The vile and the true beholden to His Oath
We do not understand it, we cannot deny
But that man fell for He was three feet too high.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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May 18, 2020 at 8:12 AM
To kill God, (or "a god") was always Satan's "plan." Nice & average length EPIC poem 0- in my book - and maybe I found a core stanza: "Victory over man was easy enough The Demon, thriving, was the next rough But silent it was for one more day Just man and peace and naiveté." decided to join the angels & light side
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