Fell Gods

Weary in this mortal shell,

a test, now limits best;

To resist the sandman''s nell,

as fell gods bless.

With dreams;

woe, wretched dreams unseen.

Of days past, a wish most fervent;

to never been.

Whence crippling pains extrude,

in reminiscence;

Of happier lies, in childish eyes,

of life's brisance.

Like a stained glass shattered,

then scattered;

Fable sought, yet in hypocrisy,

ruined and tattered

It's cruel ember, naught but ash,

to sift and settle;

As once more,

fell gods test mankind's mettle.