The Unfulfilling Void

There’s a wide and deep, dark cosmos all around.

And the sound of splitting galaxies in it.

Every corner has been filled with blazing stars,

And the solemn, mystic gravity spreads on.

With a mathematic order fall the rocks

Which together form the planets, moons and suns.

In this chaos reigns the order of the void.

On this order falls the chaos of the night.

When the nights are bravely beaten by the light,

Comes the sun that leaves no hidden craft behind.

And the creatures that are living far beyond,

Live their days less in reality than mind.

Since societies praise Sin over the Law,

And the stomach of the World is full of us,

Then the cruelty of the souls will rise again

Over people, plants and animals. And life.

And when thinking on what still remains to explore,

And your focus on a single matter lasts,

With the many possibilities ahead

Comes the truth: that we are living just one life.

The Spark

The Spark that lit the fire was to blame;

The hand that stole the fire was the accomplice.

The punishment imposed was cruel and mean;

The wrath that came before was disproportioned.

The creature must obey the path of gods.

Then gods are just but mere puppet masters.

Disaster will befall the one who walks

Outside the way that’s traced beforehand by them.

'Yes, mimicry is a crime, but act like we say.

Don’t overpass the line or we will slay thee'

'The fame, the glory and wealth is just for great ones.

Don’t be pretentious then and bring this tea cup.'

You are one of those who came to serve the high ones.

To expect to reach their fate could mean your swan song.

Don’t try to be like them or they will smash you,

Abase and live in calm as just one sheep more.

The Titan was, hence, chained to purge his big sin:

The Caucasus would handle his pretentions.

Now Zeus could rest his mind and bear no worries:

His throne will not be usurped by someone lesser.

When lesser beings are way more humble than them,

And they are worse but hide their narrow crimes well;

When “lesser beings” could aim their targets higher,

But “gods” destroy their humble work with anguish.

“Uneasy lays the head that wears a crown”

(The Bard, about a Henry called the fourth one)

The fear of those who grapple the undeserved,

Is fueled by those who may deserve it better.

The Spark that lit the fire was a tool;

The hand that stole the fire was deserving.

The punishment imposed was out of fear;

The wrath that came before was just but nonesense.