Sitting among the dead cavaliers, I breathed in the fate,
Apathetic souls searching their human shell,
Looking at the changing realms, I looked at the dusk,
Looking in its eyes, I asked, “Who could live as such?”
Dusk blushed, hiding under her mother’s arms,
I tilted my head, confused, she looked horrendous, yet she had charm,
As the stars grew, mother moon escalated her incorrigible appease,
Transparent bodies flowed around my head, dead born, yet they gleamed,
They told me their names, “Anu”, “Nyx”, “Gaia”, “Enki”, “Manu”,
Vicariously they danced, and told me their tales, I sat, listened, enjoyed, being tyro,
Their tales started the world,
Their dreams followed the human shells laying behind,
Apparitions they were, but I recognised them as gods,
Tales from my forefathers, legends of the titans and their falls,
I knew them all, but they made me laugh, told me the greatest of the tales,
Every inch of my soul was painted, they were everything I was, yet not complete,
I had my shell, they were ripped apart,
They were just empty souls of memories, I had my beating heart,
The night grew, and so slowly died the Mother moon,
Dusk grew to be beautiful like her mother, princess of night, to be soon,
Dawn approached slowly, enchanting the beauty all around,
Blazing, gleaming harder than the ghosts, I was astound,
Slowly, I too felt my heart to beat lesser with Dawn’s approach,
Stars held me together, my memories painted into the constellations,
Princess Dusk held me in her arms, kissed me goodbye,
I could now feel her warmth, clinging to my shell, I cried,
Trying, trying, and trying, I was trying to bring me my human shell,
It nourished the souls with my legends, my memories, my tales,
I was a living legend among constellations,
I was now the fated one, I was the now among the destined ones.
Apathetic souls searching their human shell,
Looking at the changing realms, I looked at the dusk,
Looking in its eyes, I asked, “Who could live as such?”
Dusk blushed, hiding under her mother’s arms,
I tilted my head, confused, she looked horrendous, yet she had charm,
As the stars grew, mother moon escalated her incorrigible appease,
Transparent bodies flowed around my head, dead born, yet they gleamed,
They told me their names, “Anu”, “Nyx”, “Gaia”, “Enki”, “Manu”,
Vicariously they danced, and told me their tales, I sat, listened, enjoyed, being tyro,
Their tales started the world,
Their dreams followed the human shells laying behind,
Apparitions they were, but I recognised them as gods,
Tales from my forefathers, legends of the titans and their falls,
I knew them all, but they made me laugh, told me the greatest of the tales,
Every inch of my soul was painted, they were everything I was, yet not complete,
I had my shell, they were ripped apart,
They were just empty souls of memories, I had my beating heart,
The night grew, and so slowly died the Mother moon,
Dusk grew to be beautiful like her mother, princess of night, to be soon,
Dawn approached slowly, enchanting the beauty all around,
Blazing, gleaming harder than the ghosts, I was astound,
Slowly, I too felt my heart to beat lesser with Dawn’s approach,
Stars held me together, my memories painted into the constellations,
Princess Dusk held me in her arms, kissed me goodbye,
I could now feel her warmth, clinging to my shell, I cried,
Trying, trying, and trying, I was trying to bring me my human shell,
It nourished the souls with my legends, my memories, my tales,
I was a living legend among constellations,
I was now the fated one, I was the now among the destined ones.
