I was the god even darkness dared not try.
One moment lost became a world undone—
a mockery of power longing to die.
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I watched the first kind hands reach down—and die,
devoured by hunger wearing its mask of 'son.'
I was the god even darkness dared not try.
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Taught to take, to bow with pride as I comply,
to grind down mercy at the river's run.
A mockery of power longing to die.
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Bathed in blood no honest soul denies,
they worship the flashes spat from a gun.
I was the god even darkness dared not try.
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I watched them salt the earth that asked them, “Why?
Why poison futures not yet begun?”
A mockery of power longing to die.
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If I could burn their myths and unmake their sky,
I’d let that first warm pulse remain undone.
I was the god even darkness dared not try—
a mockery of power longing to die.
About the Creator
Aaron Richmond
I get bored and I write things. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're bad. Mostly they're things.


Comments (3)
I love this line, "If I could burn their myths and unmake their sky," Nice work, Aaron; congratulations on your villanelle win!👏😊
Congratulations on placing in the challenge… my favourite stanza is: “ I watched them salt the earth that asked them, “Why? Why poison futures not yet begun?” A mockery of power longing to die.” Very emotive.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊