Season changed, leaves felt from the sky.
But he trod through day and night.
On path as cold as ice.
Little he knew what he was about to create,
A creature of his own demise.
Faith was shattered, hope’s afar.
He kept on walking with thousand scars.
He was a fallen God.
Disconsolate with THOUGHTS DISCORD.
The highest sanctum was his destination.
As it was the day of the truest creation.
Apostles deter and God’s forbid.
But he was determined and DID WHAT HE DID.
“COME TO LIFE”, out loud he called.
Surging in darkness DEATH SPRAWLED.
“Nothing will be forever anymore.” Was the asseveration.
Life now was just an undeniable attrition.
The Creator then vanished with memories in stardust.
Leaving behind his PROFOUND CREATION.
~R~
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