First Haiku
Added 2017-07-12 10:32:07 +0000 UTC On this shore of
So arid rocks and cliffs I so
Alone stand, the mighty
Ancient sun's light ever
So strong, having burned away
Every blade of
Grass, every breath of
Life once drowned by death.
In my front the sea
Roars; it is cold and
Opposes the chthonic sun;
Now on the western
Horizon it sets
And the cold moon comes and
The star's place it won.
Alone, nor dark nor light
I think, I create on so
Ever so arid shore.
Eerie Demiurge am
I, the adjacent abyss so
Wild and free, must not
Allow said to exist
Within my creation so young
For I am Lord God
And all subjects serfs
Must to me be, for I need
The unquestioned
Devotion, heart and
Soul of sheep so domestic;
Freedom they do not
Deserve never.
I sit and contemplate
My new, poor, lost child.
