The Lonely God
At the top of the world
The Wind howls in protest
to the lonely god.
“End their pain” she screams.
But the lonely god doesn’t listen.
He sits on his throne
and stares down at his creation
The Moon glares at the lonely god
but says nothing,
he knows the lonely god will not hear.
The lonely god ignores the Moon,
and rests his feet on Creation
like a footstool.
The Sun chides the lonely god,
“It’s been long enough”
But the lonely god turns his back
on the Sun,
“Does the artist owe the painting?”
The Earth begs the lonely god
Her bowls churn in torment.
But the lonely god only looks at her
“I created you in my image,
so too shall you suffer”.