Gods Above Us

There was a beacon of hope that terrified the vile

It shone forth like a great fire

Burning and terrifying

Like a blight, but pristine

Terrorizing the wicked

And comforting the willful

Not the good but the content

Not the saints but the ants

An ordinary people guarded by otherworldly light

For the saints march on with their swords and their shields

And the evils press forward with their teeth and their claws

Tremendous strides not unlike giants

While the insects pass by one another

Under foot of these behemoths

Protected by the flames of some time else

Moving to and fro unabashed

Not deterred by the warring of the factions

Simply simple in the simplicity of the simpleton

Their mindsets pleased to be freely going with family

To safely interacting with friends

While the monsters and gods swing forth hunks of steal

Scratch with protruding bones

And tearing each other a part

There is a red mist that flutters down upon the bugs

Coats them once in a while

And distracts them like the first droplets of rain

And then they pause and they ponder

Contemplate the blood rain

Unable to see the tops of the hulking masses

Unable to see like the canopy of a thousand trees

It is a truth though

For the unfortunate

That in all the gnashing of teeth

And blows of swords

That the feet move about on those giants legs like redwoods

And a few of the critters are squashed underneath

So that others ponder the pain on the ground

Not the great big thunder flailing overhead

The clanging of steal

The shattering of backs

The cries of defeat

The death tears of the broken

As the blessed and the damned

Bleed out on the land

There are those on the ground who never look up

Who only tend to their wounded

Slain in a cosmic struggle 

That had nothing to do with them in the first place

So much for otherworldly protection
So much for divine intervention