My Father.
Lord, not mine,
Merciless king- worshipped
Not by I.
Your essence, your entity,
Ill tempered and unforgiving.
Thou art in Heaven,
My father, not.
You looked unto me,
Who spake,
"Above all stars,
Angels bore of You,
of He, our Father,
We shall rise,
Rise before thee,
Rise above thee,
To be better than thee,
Not in power, but in wisdom.
For an angel may rule angels,
Wiser than God."
And to words my own,
You retorted,
In act, unforgiven,
I detest my wings,
white and beautiful,
bore of heaven,
Radiant still.
No Father shall cast
Brother to damn Brother.
Yet, Merciless king,
Who dare claim
I be most beautiful
And most favored son,
Cast me from paradise,
By sword not his own,
But my brother's,
Without second thought.
Mortal men, bore of Earth,
not heaven-
Bestow unto I, image of
Satan and Leviathan.
They praise Lord, God,
The Farce of Merciful King,
My Father not.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
