Skip to content

They Remain

April 13, 2020
tags: ,

The old gods still dance in the dark, secret places
Some walk among us wearing the saints’ weary faces.
They may have retreated from the first and the last,
But still they remain, their time not yet passed.

Mortals in their hubris, look at their realm
And deny what is unseen remains at the helm.
Walking the streets as if narrow and straight
While traveling the worn paths shadowing fate.

Revering painted lies to ignore rhythms ancient,
Heedless and mocking the warnings of the prescient
With pride do they labor, oblivious its in vain
The old gods still take tribute in suffering and pain.

No comments yet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: