Death of a God

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem riddled with religious implication and personal struggle.

Submitted: November 10, 2009

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I sit upon an ageless throne

Of silver and of gold

I hold the cup of Mysteries

And answers never told


A ghost leans at my shoulder

His words breathe of flame

His presence commands the very air

And tomorrows that never came


A spirit kneels at my slippered feet

She screams with every breath

Her tears form a rushing river

The keening proclaiming death


My arms are bound in iron chains

Inscribed with prayers of old

The metal burns into my flesh

With fire that glows forth cold


The ghost he moves and takes my crown

He donns my purple robes

He sips of Mystery's nectar

From the chalice he now holds


The new god moves to take his seat

His body melds with mine

I see the marble gateway

Outside of it lies Time


And there's left an ivory statue

On a throne for all to see

Now he bears the heavy chains

That once belonged to me...


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