Broke my Pokemon only Attack streak for this, because I saw @scolojendradra s tragic Owl Goddess and couldn't resist
Candles burn to the wick,
Offerings grow stale with dust,
and Prayers are met with silence.
The temples grow quieter and whispers spread of their Goddess. How she turned Her back on them, averts Her gaze from them; ashamed of what the world has become. They do not listen to those whispers, they know better.
Burned down candles are replaced with new,
Stale offerings exchanged for fresher,
and Prayers are sung for deaf ears.
Until She can hear them again; for their Goddess would never abandon those in need. So neither will they.













