I have grown bored of watching your weak lips part to prayers;
Your
voices whispering words to my ears again,
to seal me away again.
Though as I close my eyes,
the world around you slips to twilight.
I fall beneath your words,
pulling with me your sun.
To light my world and darken yours,
to drain your lakes of moisture
And sweep your fields of seeds.
I hear the chants that hold me.
They echo, still, years after the last choked word
slipped from the last lying tongue.
They danced and swayed, denying my of my power.
Power granted by the gods.
Power over all,
over the very ones who put me here
and the ones that keep me.
They lie again and again,
believing they can restrain me from my throne,
But as I return to our world
I bring with me the twilight.
And my shadow will cast over yours.
