Mar 14, 2019
A-Z Challenge (Bard Edition)
A is for Animose
Animose the people cry
As sons of gods race through the sky
their lives like clouds are swiftly racing
at the rhythm of each foot pacing
Animose! We cry louder
for Blood, for Gold, and for Water
waiting for the first to falter
praying ill upon the heel Achilles
who in the race none can appeal, he’s
made it ‘round the earth again
passing rivals of love and pain
Animose! they all exclaim
Another lap do gods too wonder?
as the sky is ripped asunder
how dare mere mortals born of gods
try to tip, to change the odds
and like the fire in their hearts
from heavens race, they've ripped apart.
and when you see a shooting star
you see their souls still running far