A dark emerald green notebook, much scuffed and with a worn cover. The pages however are crisp and clean, the writing small and neat....
I often wonder what the Gods think when they look down upon us...if they are puzzled by the emotions that drive us humans.
Like children, they kick and scream
like animals they roar.
Like fiendish demons they sometimes seem
and their dramas often bore.
Tantrums ensue more often than not
and tempers often flare
Blood runs quick and scortching hot
and often they despair.
Trivialities become everything
whispered venom drips into ears
grasping hands with greed do cling
And they cower from baseless fears.
Is it any guess why gods do wonder
at what animals they are
for who are the demon's that plunder?
Is it humans, or those they deplore?
Skyelark posted @ 14:47 -
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