And there I saw the fleetingness of life
As tufts of down float upward with gentle breeze
I laid upon my side in anguish, broken and humiliated
As a beauty bound by angelic yet selfish nature nursed me to health
How could I, the first of the gods, be bested by her?
But then, I did realize, the great trickery… And would learn from which I had not been granted to learn
She had taught me to weave my craft upon the strands of the world’s great song
As I ever pondered the meaninglessness of what one strived to be
Filling my cup with broth from marrow and root, she watched me with pity from the corner of her eye
I could feel her gaze as I spat up blood and screamed in agony and rage
And while I was nourished for the briefest of times…
I had yearned for the marrow of the world, and what took ancient root within…
© Sayer Teller

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