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Children of the Trickster’s Fire
Portraits in Poetry: A poem about the pursuit of knowledge.
He was the forefather of their demise,
The primordial thief, whose blood ran
Marred, yet older than the gods.
Wearing those scars that marked him
Champion of the earth he coaxed to
Life, who he now watched with still intent.
Once to his mockery for having gifted
Embers, the raging language of awakening, to
Shrapnel of his very likeness, yet he saw as
Naught but his own, he followed the rise of his mortal
Brethren in hopes they would pursue
Enlightenment, even as their realm of shadows turned.
The first was an architect’s child, remade like an
Angel, wings the shade of a snow-brushed dove
And feathers making peace with the clouds,
Only to dance too close to heaven’s blossom,
Incurring thunder for the liberty of his laughing
Pride, caught by the sea and caged under.
The second was a boy with a clockwork
Mind but hands that craved divine purpose,
Stitching a doll of nightmares…
