When I am a relic,

my life become yore,

young gods will wake

and whisper of war.


When I am a memory

you cease to explore,

your gods will take

their leave like before.


When I am a legend,

grief’s guarantor,

the gods you forsake

will forgive the flaw.


When I am a myth,

dismissed and no more,

old gods will break

Like waves on the shore.




5 thoughts on “Awe

  1. Al says:

    A poem that is at once,
    Excellence and more
    You made quite the impression
    With stanzas 1, 2. 3. 4

  2. Ry Summers says:

    Baldy, that was fucking beautiful!

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