17 May, 2016

Ancient text 1: death

They were the first
to cover Death
with gold

They were not confused
They had slept to the South

Both made Death beautiful,
prepared it for heartbreak,
cold weather

This was their role
These were the last ever to rear

But I am god, she finally said
I can make
my own everything

Death swallowed them easily
Still covered in gold, alone

No one else knows how to build alone
All will always be
only halfway holy

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