Lords of the Air

Reality check from the gods
sent to the vassal down below
warning me of the consequence
born of lust I've long concealed
"bother me not lords of the air
I'll think what I want this day
what I wish is beyond sane decency
I'll consider not what I'll take".

Yet still the warnings fall to the earth
seeking a target to strike
I scrambled to find way of safety's place
where I could ponder my thoughts
profane as the demons’ impure thoughts
designs from the hellish pits
the angels must cry if they could view
inside the bowl of my head.

All the while the guardians look on
with scissors in hand to now cut
my thread from the loom's weaving frame
from which we all born to live
this day may be perhaps my last one
as the blades begin to descend
justice sent from the gods high above
to the sinner discarded by them.

2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20170110.

Listening to "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens inspired me to write the poem "Lords of the Air", stanzas about a soul punished by divine justice for impure thoughts.