Divine Status

Sun strikes the earth
Fractured rays
Scortched waterspray
Dims the sea...
The source of glowing brilliance
Now belongs to me

Sit the steps and lure the minions
Who run to me when they hear my call
And they stare at my every word
As long as breadcrumbs fall

With sun above me
Doves flying in the sky
See the fruits of knowledge
Stationary to my visions sight
Forward to bite its flesh
Read its plight

Work calls
Boredom befalls me
Where I must lessen myself
Deity to king to servant
To walk from this
Open field of glory
Into the cold catacombs
Where I must grovel
Till the sun reflects the moon
To make my way
Into the next day