Brand-new poem I just had to share.
They say there is no Heaven, yet they marvel at the flowers
And submit their lives and souls to the passages of the Hours.
They say there is no Heaven, yet not one of them can stand
Against the raging winds and rains that buffet every land.
They say there is no Heaven, yet they fear the burning flames –
The ice, the lightning, hail, and stones that treat all men the same.
Fairies chuckle, Dryads sigh at man’s rebellious face –
Merfolk shake their heads at the open heart erased.
As men take pride in death and plagues…
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