They fell to earth that day, the former Gods.
Once feared and revered in equal measure.
They fell to earth that day, and were at odds
with lowly mortals who did take great pleasure
in spying once divine and merciless masters
now wanton, bloodied creatures spread on rainless ground;
unsceptred hands did claw at long dead pastures
while peasants starved and crazed did feast on those uncrowned.
They fell to earth that day, those one-time makers;
and left behind cracked bones on godless acres.
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