Interlude. Souls Unbound And Broken

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Now in the harvest my soul you will reap
Dying and living in the dichotomy
Of a violent type love as it crucifies me
But I know you better when I am in need

THE GARDENER    SARAH SPARKS















THE GARDENER    SARAH SPARKS

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DEATH HAD A TIGHT GRIP.
One that burned and seared flesh,
scraping bones clean
like a dog gnawing on its prey.
Possessing a power that eats away,
spittle spewing from jaws
such as a beast with lyssa,
a brutal, savage thing.

A man of twenty and six
Just as easily crippled as a child
grappling for purchase on a cliff's edge.
Swallowed by his weakness.
Stripped bare by his strengths.

The rock of a creaking chair is a lonely sound.
The taps of the wood's edges.
The drag of limp limbs across the floorboards.
A saddening sight,
punctuated by the low hummings of the people
crowding the streets below.

One does not want to die,
their trousers sodden
and eyes hazy.
"The death of a god!"
What a sad death,
indeed.

A mother who weeps
in the wake of her son's passing.
A silent plea falling upon deaf ears
or rather, the ears of the dead
begging that this was not the end.
"There is still more time to come, child,"
she cries, tears falling freely onto pale hands.
"You must live."

But death had already come.
As it has always done,
as it will continue to pillage and plunder.
It is not kind,
especially to those who were created
with the flip of a coin.

A deal with the Fates
that still stands to be overturned.
There is truly nothing quite like the Gods when they wrestle amongst each other,
muddling their minds in dreams and wishes
that should not be theirs to make.
Lives they play with
that should not be theirs to bring ruin to.

And, so, their subjects would die.
And they would be reborn
again and again and again.
And the Gods will drink their wine and rum,
doing as they please for the remainder of their days.

Their souls are not bound.
The Gods do not have to suffer
with only half of themselves.
They are wholly themselves.

And they are wholly monsters
that do not bear witness to their own destruction.
Cruel in the way that those with great power
are capable of.
And they would see it that
their greed and prowess would come to destroy them all.

            And they would see it thattheir greed and prowess would come to destroy them all

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