19 October 2012
Red feathered wings spread out in an arc as I tumble and fall in the endless dark, Through clouds and heavenly crowds of white angels standing proud, Where I had dared to speak among the scared - To shout and shout out so loud the fatal call that would send me on this long fall...
I may ask a silent "why" while all I know is that I tried, Wishing for a new and fairer world, Instead I fall from the sky with wings that refuse to unfurl and pointed, devilish toes stiffly curled, Down to the ground that will engulf me, burst into to flames without a sound, Not even a squeak as I disappear from this land so bleak, I fall and tumble, so will shout rather than mumble the words I should speak, Forgetting about a false god that reigns so weak, How long must I fall from above while the preacher preaches of fanciful love? But the ground doth swallow me, take me whole, now sky has turned to a hole in the soil, My crimson wings pulsing with blood on fire, beginning to boil, I transverse the mortal plains, (handily avoiding nasty collision induced pains) Welcomed by the souls of the dead amongst the liquid rock glowing orange and red, Injustice, refusal, abuse, Oh how sweet hate does smell, So, now, brother Zeus, I bid you farewell, For I have guests to invite into my hell...
Becoming Hades • Opuss № I