Of Gods and Of Life

I walk upon a silent path
On either side the arms of nature stretch towards the sky
Her fingers of green block the wrathful gaze
Of the king of Day and giver of all life

His consort and his only love
Rarely at the same time are they seen
Her gaze is soft and cool upon the earth
It is she I worship
For her kingdom is the release from the scorn of her lover.

Below them is a realm mostly unknown
Whose queen is as predictable as Fate
Her happiness brings wealth to the many
Her anger drags many innocent to doom.

The rose of all the gods resides below
Both beautiful and dangerous to all
Everyone susceptible to charm
But to the thorns eventually we fall
The end to Fate's cruel game