The Golden Race

in poetry •  8 years ago 

Dodging the bullets of time
in a stand-off
against the sodden rags of grace

In a body, born then blittered
is the infinite child
a lion being hunted by a wizard

With a spell, both simple and supreme
it could reduce gods to petty organisms
and was delivered by the elders
in a dream, that never ended
but had stolen the Golden Race.

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