the voice from here and beyond
23 January 2002
A poem for a fallen God
Rise
will of the gods
will of the goddess
Rise
at my will
my puppet
my creation
Rise
let me flail you
let me use you
Rise
my creation
my puppet
I write my sigils
blood upon your flesh
I fill you
essence of earth
still waters
the fire from my lips
the air to fill you
to let you Rise
Rise
let me flail you
let me use you
Rise
my creation
my puppet
And as I walk away
Fall
Fall
by broken toy
my puppet
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