Orion

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Clashing blades often spark off flames
After death, souls fish out blames


Inevitable, the silks of circumstances
Just like Astraeus and Eos


A throne is not meant for a king
The battlefield should be where he'll sing


Fallen cosmos was betrayed by itself
Members will always have a thing called, "Myself"


Attachment to this fragile breath, even for gods is pathetic, whoever takes it is named apathy
Eternities needs no children, it's a barren family, should it pierce a mortal with sympathy?


Majesty, belted on the muscular thighs of more majesty
A hot burning, blowing gaseous entity


Mere dust, mere dust
Silly prerogatives of puny individuals, empty ghost


Two eyes, not enough to behold the glory
They must shut, if they desire to tell the story


Alignment, disagreement
Disenfranchisement


All these bodies, heavenly and earthly
Fitted into one vessel delicately


"Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth?"
He spoke, knowledge trembled, unable to find where its knowledge was kept


"Young one," time called me
I smiled, he's innocent and shy


In my fixed coordinate, where I dwell in agony
A flicker of lust and truth, war and harmony


Disregard for fellow walkers
No, beneath me, light stalkers






Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?

Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season, guide Arcturus with his sons?






Confused? Not surprised
I am Orion, I speak only to the wise











              AUTHOR'S NOTE

If you really want to understand this poem, read Job 38.

If that doesn't help, just imagine a star(s) — Orion — as the first person.

I know, this is somewhat deep. Well, *in Orion's voice* only the wise can understand.

Hehe... hope you don't hate me now? 😁 😉 😏

P.S:

Words in bold, except "AUTHOR'S NOTE" of course were scooped from the Bible.

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