burning boys in a falling world

A series i'm writing solely on the lives of the marauders if they were young gods
[poem below made for this series]

Four boys born of stardust and ancient whisperings,
fell to this earth in the form of mortals,

but with the blood and spirits of the gods.
They descended upon this sad, sick planet like conquerors,
Threatening to break even the laws of the universe.

They twisted and pulled at the world around them,
Watching in fascination as the strings of fate followed their fingertips.
There was something off about their demeanor people noted,
But who would dare confront the brightest boys known to man?

Secrets were shared and trust was broken,
Fate was ripped and stitched clumsily back together,
All at the cost of honesty.

'Your identities must be kept secret' they were scolded
'you have said too much as it is'
'But secrets have only ruined this sick world' they think,
'We will fix it' the boys say with the force of a thousand suns

and they try.
God, they try.
But this world isn't as loving and forgiving as they are.

And it slowly br ea k s them