Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Fallen Gods, Magpie Tales #280




Fallen Gods

The sky is cloudy
No crowds to be rowdy
An empty square
There is electricity in the air

Crashing down from the cloud
Was a mask like shroud
Landing with a loud clang
The steel mask rang

Lying on its side
Just like the wearer had died
And went for a downward ride
The mask looked peaceful and serene

It came from the sky
In the blink of an eye
Like a fallen god
Isn’t that odd

A fallen god
With nary a nod
Landing on the stone
Bereft of the throne

© Phil Renaud 2015

Image courtesy of Magpie Tales