I like to write poetry, mostly mushy girly stuff, but I am sometimes inspired by my freedom from the borg and great places like JWD to write something a little different. Here goes, hope you enjoy!
To a Dieing God
I look at you now, my eyes brimming with glee,
For they are truely wide, they truely see.
See the corruption, hate and disdain,
For any who dare to say your to blame.
Fear now it grips you, tightening its rein,
Now you feel it, the mindnumbing pain.
You have no more power, no threat that will make me heed,
your dismissal is my final deed.
I walk away my head held high,
looking up and laughing towards the sky,
at a dieing god, who's time is done,
knowing the awakening has begun.
Your days are numbered and your servants few,
In panic and fervor you now try to woo,
lost souls you enrapture with your pan's flute,
but your fear betrays whats at your very root.
Love laced with poison, bitter and cruel
Desperate to hand on to your faltering rule.
You order a strike upon those who oppose,
hoping to wipe out the very blush of a newborn rose.
But the rose grows strong while your seed withers and dies,
caught up in your own bed of lies.