ba-al
this old god
did his best
to frighten me
he changed
from wood
to death
to stone
moss covered
still
I smiled
as features blurred
into darkness
inadequate
to task
perhaps
had he turned
to flame
he might have
accomplished
intention
I find
solace
in stillness
peace
renewal
contentment
the sight
of him there
unmoving
unmovable
only
made me laugh
did his best
to frighten me
he changed
from wood
to death
to stone
moss covered
still
I smiled
as features blurred
into darkness
inadequate
to task
perhaps
had he turned
to flame
he might have
accomplished
intention
I find
solace
in stillness
peace
renewal
contentment
the sight
of him there
unmoving
unmovable
only
made me laugh
posted by CCCCppppCCppp at 1:48 PM
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