gods

eyes closed
crimson tides
white plains

scenes devoid of color
washed in nothing but

flying through the air
on wings of dark light
surveying a kingdom
shrouded in night

forked tongues flicker
hissing in mirth
battle of heat
battle of light
battle of hearth

always the observer
hardly participating
cataloging history whilst
subtly affecting the making

fly through the years
watching grains of sand
kingdoms rise and fall
seas ebb and flow
time is the constant
always constant

earth and skies
heavens and stars

death and rebirth