It sat there
For as long as I can remember
The vase
Sat there

It held great purpose
It was ancient
Saved for ceremonies
And rituals of insight

It was adorned
Quite intricately
With runes of old ones
Carved delicately

When it was created
All those eons ago
The creators sought
To tame something

Mere mortals
Set out to trap
The power that defeated
Their forerunners

A deity
Worshipped by modern cults
Which cleansed worlds before it
Was the victim

The snare was set
With arcane power
Forged by the men
Who thought they could tap it

And yet this ancient god knew
Exactly where blame is pointed to
When the victim was captured
Or so its “masters” believed

Leave a Reply