The Maimed God

And it was dark… and on the ivory pillar
Reaching up the sky
The azure bonds which held the heavenly realms
At one with the earth
Now crumble
They spoke:
I walk the land, inner planes, spheres…
O draw the fates, design the eons…
For man or god, they are my pawns of play…
Choose ye well for we are the prophecies…
…and by the stone, he was maimed:
The once beautiful, they spoke, dwelled
In a palace made of steel
As he craved for a power
Far too strong for him to reel
How can a single gesture
Disband a brethren of Gods
But, alas, the whim of one is enough…
…and there was war!
Even the most venerable divinity won’t dare to bend the power of the stone
Maddened, in his rage He took the orb and lifted it against the world (and all
alone)
And the world split asunder… a gaping hot wound in the earth…
And what resounded was the agonizing scream…
…of the orb burning deep in his flesh!
DIE… by the sword of the Irongrip!