Reverence

Reverence

Honor lurks, searching for a fold to settle in

forming a pattern midst thorns and fertile trees

a bond between new and old, eager to follow your whim

Never has one seen such a thing that values nothing

yet you, indeed, show no signs of anything redeeming

What foul demon has lured you in?

There is nothing to learn or a vision to see

for you have forged a seal on thine destiny.

Why should even critter look at you, begging glare in its eyes

if your soul is a black damp, a pit of no feelings?

A god's wrath shall you soon suffer, sharply and swiftly.

So spoke Magnus himself, descended into another form

Seldom other beings of deific powers interfere with the mortal plane

But alas, his will revoked doings and charm from the offender within

glaring of radiant fury, and not in the slightest giving the tricks in.

only later the scornful man found out grim doings to him.