God Forbid

I have nothing to say on this matter.

Once, beneath the golden sun light, during the darkest part of night,
At the bottom of the deepest pool, on top a dry patch of dust,
Sat a carnivorous vegan watching a lost, chanting pegan,
To the gods so fervently beggin’, beggin’ for some scrap of crust,
But no ancient god heard him prayin’ for an old stale piece of crust.
                    The dead gods had betrayed his trust.

Slowly his strength began to fail and from his lips came a faint wail.
No sign of god or goddess could be seen, no image from a bust.
The false gods had deserted him to a death and despair so dim,
He denounced his gods with a hymn, the hymn of truth and of the just.
The power they held over him vanished with his song of the just,
                    Those gods who had betrayed his trust.

Two hungry eyes watched the pagan, not by nature a true vegan,
Shivering from cold and wet, for a warm meal it began to lust.
Unaware of his doom impending, the man thought his fortunes mending,
So came the attack with no fending, fending as any prey must.
That dark night, the carnivore filled its stomach, eating what it must,
                    The gods had not betrayed its trust.

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

I liked the ending on this. It shows clearly that those who stand and wait for something to happen will end up having something happen to them. Action or Death.

Great poem!

Infinity's Shadow

[Stephen Ownby]

"Fortune favors the bold."