Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Godhood

The Muse was Dead.
The Spirits wept.
Her Soul to Earth was Lost.
A new Muse came
In Humans born
Humanity their cost.

The Hosts of
Creativity
Lost shielding naivete
Their thoughts profound
Pierced shielding Dark-
Found Truth that Men reject.

These god-men of
The Muse possessed
Went mad with joy and Grief.
The holy Art
Of building Life
To owner's Life turns thief.

14 comments:

Elphaba said...

Nice job!

Reogan said...

Thank you for such a specific comment.

Elphaba said...

I was having issues thinking of something specific.

Reogan said...

So you don't really care.

Elphaba said...

Or I wasn't feeling very observant.

Reogan said...

Synonymous.

Elphaba said...

Not necessarily.

Reogan said...

Yes, necessarily. If you lack something to say, wait until you possess it.

Elphaba said...

A good point. Sorry!

Reogan said...

Have you yet come to a conclusion?

Elphaba said...

It's fairly abstract, so I'm not sure what to make of it. I like it, though.

Reogan said...

You consider this to be abstract? Interesting. Met? What do you think?

Met said...

It is abstract, but less so than most of your writing.

Reogan said...

Really? It seems straightforward to me. Huh.