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
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