elegy for a forgotten god

a god of forgotten worship pounders his significance

I waited, and no one came.

My choirs are just a forgotten name.

Temples that watched my ruin and pain

Now echo soft with unholy flame.

Before silence, there always is a song�"

Even I once was mighty and strong.

Faith lit the skies, bathed in blood,

My wrath rolled forth like a holy flood.

Temples cracked, their incense turned to dust,

Along with a legacy no one could trust.

A god once worshipped, now buried in shame�"

I waited, and no one came

Author's Note

this is my perception of a forgotten god and you disagree

Reviews

[LH Weiss]

This is so pretty. I’m a big fan of how the mirroring of the first and last line encapsulate the loneliness that this entity experiences. I would love to know what inspired this poem.