The sorrow of joy
Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2019 1:12 pm
In all of this, a great wealth.
A fire that burns so bright, and devours.
The heat is nurturing, and invigorating to our weary bones.
These bones, how wretched our bodies that betray!
Confusion, my sweet bliss, we should all welcome the Demons kiss.
But no, not that. For why should our youth die so tragically?
Can we not allow? Can we not support? The wandering children that love to feel?
"NO!" cry the Gods, "They must learn!" and yet... it is on our curiosity that they feed.
And so we are food for the Gods, we keep them young, and in their youth, as they prey on ours, we are blessed with small gifts, which are as much as nothing to them.
But... what else? Such is our lot.
A fire that burns so bright, and devours.
The heat is nurturing, and invigorating to our weary bones.
These bones, how wretched our bodies that betray!
Confusion, my sweet bliss, we should all welcome the Demons kiss.
But no, not that. For why should our youth die so tragically?
Can we not allow? Can we not support? The wandering children that love to feel?
"NO!" cry the Gods, "They must learn!" and yet... it is on our curiosity that they feed.
And so we are food for the Gods, we keep them young, and in their youth, as they prey on ours, we are blessed with small gifts, which are as much as nothing to them.
But... what else? Such is our lot.