Gods That Fell

Gods That Fell short poem

Pangs of loneliness –

unholiness of worship..

Fallen gods becoming idols,

idolaters seeking redemption.

Crass waste of endeavor,

and yet it seems like yesterday..

The silence is deafening,

where once stood the revered,

now stands a debauched figurine.

Some folks visit to see the lost glory

but all that is lost cannot be stated –

it is gone like a puff of smoke,

it is lost in the sands of time..

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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@zyborg, in the Norse Mythology, the foreboding of an eventual collapse of their abode, is ingrained in their culture. Enemies are gradually digging into their foundations to bring about their doom. Their promise of a heavenly sanctuary is brought about only by dying in the battlefield. But about the fallen idols of recent times, the change of faith of worshippers may have caused their downfall. Such is the fate of mighty gods whose domain lies in the frailty of human minds. A worthy poem to stimulate the mind.


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