The Red God

The beast, the beast, the red god schemes your fate,
Shadows that steal by the deeds to borrow;
Gods or men shouldn’t revere or hate.

By empty whispers that cannot relate
Silence that crept in a gradual slow.
The beast, the beast, the red god schemes your fate.

Simple folk who, inspire, dare to sate,
Behind the acceptance of his mourn glow
Gods or men shouldn’t revere or hate.

Like empty promise on a silver plate,
Death relieves his admire work to show.
The beast, the beast, the red god schemes your fate.

Thorn of Gods that weighed against of his state.
Cast with troves before white and black of crow;
Gods or men shouldn’t revere or hate.

Yet you, the red one, a deed cause by trait,
What gain that sought such image so low?
The beast, the beast, the red god schemes your fate.
For gods or men shouldn’t revere or hate.


Villanelle

Art: The Redd God by vvlad-vvolfen

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