Quetzlcoatl

Boundless arrogance
unmatched,
I stand
atop the mountain
stepping
from peak
to peak
and study the broken
lands
below.
A city stood here
once.
It had
no
name
to those who dwelled
within.
It was called simply
"The City,"
and they were
"The People"
But others had
a different name for them.
The Masters.
The Masters
of the City
of Gold....

I look down
on a ruin
a scattering
of broken stone
all that remains
of my temple...
for a moment
the light illumines
a darkened
shard
of stone
a winged
serpent....
Mute testament
to centuries
of Sacrifice
in My Name...
I cared not...
But it pleased
them
to die
and to kill
in My Name.

I stand atop the mountain
and the Sun rises
behind me.
The ruins
lie
in the shadow
of my wings.

Delusions of Grandeur, my Godhood poetry

	Boundless arrogance unmatched, I stand atop the mountain stepping from peak to peak and study the broken lands below. A city stood here once. It had no name to those who dwelled within. It was called simply "The City," and they were "The People" But others had a different name for them. The Masters. The Masters of the City of Gold.... I look down on a ruin a scattering of broken stone all that remains of my temple... for a moment the light illumines a darkened shard of stone a winged serpent.... Mute testament to centuries of Sacrifice in My Name... I cared not... But it pleased them to die and to kill in My Name. I stand atop the mountain and the Sun rises behind me. The ruins lie in the shadow of my wings.

	Delusions of Grandeur, my Godhood poetry