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Divine

A love letter to "Lady and the Shard"

O Ancient Creator, Origin of the Galaxy
O Supreme Master of All,
What hides beneath those layers of shards?
 
A longing for love?
Or a need for attention?
Perhaps both. Perhaps neither.
 
“We gather before you in prayer,” they sing.
Even now, it’s forced.
Their songs never reach their hearts.
 
Festering anger is a look buried deep
behind your porcelain skin.
Never cracked. Always seething.
 
Through the obedient words
one treacherous voice rings clear.
Acolyte. A darkling as bright as a star.
 
“I renounce you, Old God!
I should have a long time ago!”
I love the New God more than you.
 
Something cracks.
 
Eons of walls crumble into nothing
and all that is left are broken shards.
Their splinters leave behind needles of hate.
 
With it,
you’ll end the world and start anew,
where love blossoms from them to you.
 
Hands. Hands!
Peel away this ungrateful world.
And put the false god into a dreamless sleep.
 
Another God somewhere else awakens.
 
Her innocence bellows freedom
and her actions leave behind hope.
Idiot Acolyte. You’ve set them free.
 
Let her love
brush against your fingertips, Old God.
Let yourself taste what can never be yours.
 
Boiling indignation soothes itself calm.
Centuries of rage dulls into nothing.
Tired, fleeting, forgotten.
 
A longing for love?
Or a need for attention?
The answer was always both.
 
You wanted it all
but could have nothing.
A sad, inevitable truth.
 
Take that to heart.
Learn this lesson.
Use it to fix mistakes long overdue.
 
Watch carefully as your rotted heart sheds its layers,
loses its fear,
and opens to forgiveness.
 
Forgive her first.
 
Rise from your bed of flowers, old lover.
Our hearts may still tangle together,
but now it’s time to cut the strings.
 
Ill-fated you were always.
But with her you were star-crossed.
Now become divine; truly divine with her.
 
“This time, I want you to take everything.
I know I’ll never have what I wanted.
Let me have it through you. Please.”
 
Old God, Divine Ruler,
whose feelings could never be understood
fades from a broken world
 
with a kiss goodbye.
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