The curse of us Gods.

why this mind of mine i s cursed

i know not how or why

for it follows rhythm unbeknownst 

to you or even i

it forces me to roam this place with a 

troubled mind, unfettered.

And yet..

tis such a beautiful beat.

The music sings softly when i wish to read my thoughts.

It will turn my blood from blue to boiling hot 

with a ballad that started wars

Tis a thing of true beauty. 

A phenomena.

But this beauty is that which turned all i loved against me

A jealous mistress she made me hear things. 

Things that one usually does not think.

of sowing destruction from the seeds of chaos.

Seeds that you told me to plant!

This power, this song that i danced to 

was an act most unholy in the eyes of them.

A spawn of the deliverance we would incur, 

should we deviate from the path of righteousness.

And so it was decided that

I would leave.

There was no pomp nor fanfare.

Just a remedy.

Reality is a cruel drink.

--

To leave one world and journey on.

is a story unheard of by man.

And to hear my story 

one must listen.

A trait i fear, that is beyond you.

--

I teach through the movements of nature

and yet

none but the birds

have interpreted my language.

I speak through all things 

and yet

none but those insane 

know the meaning of my word.

--

--

that makes me a god here.