Monday, February 15, 2010

Thousand Years Rest - Published in 1998 SVA anthology

A rush of excitement,
filled up his chest.
He finally awoke,
from his thousand year rest.

He stood high as a mountaintop,
with wings fully grown.
Free from the hidden,
Valley of Stone.

"Behold I am Satan,
honor my words."
But no one listened,
no one heard.
For the mortals had no interest
in being disturbed.

He sipped flowing magma,
his heart still and broken.
He didn't feel sacred,
his words had been spoken.

He wiped off his tears,
he was very depressed.
And he lay under blue skies,
for a thousand year rest.

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