Gazing in awe as the Fortress rises so high,
High enough to incite Babel's helpless envy,
With elevated, non-existent shoulders
Too tall for security, no need for soldiers-
After all, what business could exist
Between the stars far above,
And the ants on the surface below?
Even the clouds bow as they hover
No measure of reverence could quantify
Such reckless effort, the sheer fearlessness
That could make a mere mortal
Elevate self to near godhood.
The lips of many even spew forth profanity
As to term this conqueror a cowardly deity;
A mere mortal of outrageous ambition.
Now immortal, for even in apparent death,
Six feet is a lifetime, many miles below.
There exists no greater reward,
For a lifetime devoted to lasting apotheosis.
This mortal found the escape,
The most perfect escape from life's storms.
This mortal went from dodging hail,
To witnessing Lightning flash across his eyes
So adjacent;
To stare Thunder in the face,
Standing firm like a rock when it booms...
Musical, melodious, pleasing is the effect.
Then, the need arrives to evaluate eternity;
A need this Conqueror cannot refute.
But having come so high, so nigh to the Orion
Where the rivers of Day and Night meet.
So far from the raging storms on Earth;
Eons away from struggle, war, famine, pain
Such that nostalgia is now met with disdain,
Unwanted flashes of a cruel prelude,
Incomparable to the new eternal interlude
So far from Humanity, so distant,
The new god winces at the desire, insistent
And gives into the snare of a flaccid heart.
"Never again," the Conqueror chants,
"There shall be no turning back.
If invulnerability be a cursed chalice,
Then I shall drink forever."
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Velvetrip
PoetryVelvetrip is a multi-layered, intricately written collection of fifteen poems, which address the following themes, among others: Moral Ambiguity, Entitlement, Pride, Peace, Cowardice, Conflict, Greed, Social Crisis, Nostalgia, Rediscovery, Revival...
