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 name for them as well....
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