Of Ash and Ember

Mild Musings from a Mediocre Man

I found a man of ashes and embers
Inside the cave of a mountain forest
Who cursed the name of one who would be god
Before a spike feigned to dream of the Rood

This man’s silken tongue hissed in the night air
His eyes bright white globes of mortal despair
Held pupils of coal billowing smoke – soot
Which anchored his flesh as kudzu takes root

He slithered his words caressing my ears
With visions of grandeur, love to endear
Promises of palaces, all mine own
This for the mere pittance of bowing down

And I said,

“When I was a boy, glory had thrilled me
Now I am a man, ’tis beauty I seek
The world has riches, To me but a bore
What manner of grace have you, I implore

“Neither gifts nor titles intrigue me so
As the currents or quakes or winds that blow

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