The Broken God

When fresh youth blessed this old and tired earth,

And minds were clear and empty as the air,

The one who knew it all sought out their share,

Becoming flesh and bone in mortal birth.

He took man's name and form and found sweet mirth,

In sensualities of maidens fair,

Until they came to him and charged their fare,

With babes in arms or straining swollen girth.

He had no wealth to offer them as toll,

So swore to bless each babe with power great

Said "Take these gifts of mine from heart and soul",

Yet with each one he blessed he sealed his fate,

To be a broken God all filled with holes.

Once this harsh truth was learned it was too late,

All that was left was sprawling legacy,

And the empty shell he was condemned to be.