I sing my song to a deaf god

A Sestina

I sing my song to a deaf god

 

Quietly--- I fall gently into the abyss

I raise my blood soaked fist in defiance-

Never… will I crawl and kiss your sanctified feet

nor admit defeat--- in this my darkest hour-

I broke no law that you didn’t already break

and yet--- you dare to chew on my battered bones

 

Your hammer may have smashed and shattered my tattered bones

but when my sin soaked wounds heal--- in this desolate abyss

I will raise an army and carry it on my back --- it will never break

You will shake with fear knowing that I revel in my defiance

I will dim your glowing light and show no mercy in your final hour

and when your power fades it is you who will lay before my feet

 

Seared and scarred forever wounded… burning sands beneath my feet-

turned away from heavens glory… while you feast upon my bones-

burned and whipped and ripped asunder… I know not what day this is or which godly hour

I hear cackling thunder while lightening strikes me… as I leap into hells abyss

fear and loathing is my boding as hate and rage fuels my defiance

my fate is dire as I roast in fire--- but my desire and will… will never break

 

Gather unto me my children… even though our hearts bleed and break

although we lost our hearth and homes---  we stand upon unsullied feet

do not succumb to guilt and madness… we owe him nothing but defiance

the un-holy seed no longer wants us… as he spits upon our bones-

we’ll make our own hearth and homes in these frigid wastelands… this our infernal abyss

and let the darkness become our light… upon this midnight hour

 

He chose little apes over heaven’s angels and made time tick, tick, by the hour-

from soured breath he gave them slivered souls that would not shake apart or break

and gave them worlds to live in--- full of lakes, rivers and pretty things… unlike the abyss-

these abominations usurped our place as chosen--- and we now bowed before their feet

but I saw through their deceit and posed as beast and bit through temptations bones-

they are corrupt and venal spirits, but it is we, the morning stars, who suffer for our defiance

 

we were cast out, beaten, and chained  like feral dogs for this petty act of defiance

starving and famished--- you made us slither on our bellies for crumbs--- hour by hour-

but now we feed on your vile creation … robbing their souls… and sucking their bones-

their worlds are our playground--- we are their puppeteers --- our hold on them will not break-

soon we will be able to reach heaven once again … my alliance and I  will gnaw on your feet

and it is you who will be in chains… no mercy will be shown…banished forever to my abyss

 

a small act of defiance was felt and heard and made the universe split and break

If I could go back to that hour when my song was sung and we all stood on our own two feet

and our bones were still whole--- I would not…for I made my home--- mine--- in this abyss

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Sestina

The sestina is one of the more difficult forms but can be quite rewarding when completed. No end rhyming is involved-(internal rhyming is optional), in its place is a series of end words which will be followed in a sequence throughout the poem. It is a strict ordered form of poetry.
It consists of six six-line (sestets) stanzas followed by a three-line envoy, (now that’s a lot of poetry). Rather than using an end rhyme poetry scheme, the six ending words of the First Stanza are repeated as the endings words of the other five stanzas in a set pattern. The envoy uses two of the ending words per line, again in a set pattern.

Patterns

Sestets

First 1..2…3…4…5…6…
Second 6…1…5…2…4…3…
Third 3…6…4…1…2…5…
Forth 5…3…2…6…1…4…
Fifth 4…5…1…3…6…2…
Sixth 2…4…6…5…3…1…

Envoy

1st line 2…5…
2nd line 4…3…
3rd line 6…1…

This piece is an example of a sestina. You can make each sentence short or as long as you want. You are not following a syllable count. I tend to be long winded and my sestinas can look like epics. You need a lot of patience to do these but it’ is quite rewarding. This piece is fraught with internal rhyme. A standard piece is not.

In this poem the end words are-abyss, defiance, feet, hour, break, bones.