The Messengers of The Gods

        (submitted for 'superstition' comp.)

They are the ancient birds, the clairvoyant ones that flew within The Gods aura.
Charged with conveying enlightenment between the semitransparent mists.
Saving Pistis, the blessed spirit, lifted on blue wings away from Pandora.  
Taking the Moirai's thread from Atropos, once Klotho had spun the twists.

The worlds converged, merged and synchronized into symbiotic stasis.
The Gods withdrew, but charged their emissaries to keep diligent supervision
over humanities expansion, to recount any advancement to their Graces.
Myths and legends swirled, some transient, some permitted, others suffered rescission
    
When it rained for two score days, they remained too audacious for confinement.
Circling the hand-crafted vessel, the families destination unknown, the dove they venerated
Diminishing waters allowing them respite, choosing alienation to continue assignment
Each progression, every diversification, the rise and fall of empires they kept annotation

Watching the seventh Celestial Princess transformed to a weaver girl, they were perplexed
The forsaken wealth replaced by eternal love, the marriage they consecrated with offspring
Her flight identified, The Empress offered restoration or destruction, Cowherd left annexed
To recompense, on the annual Qixi, a rejoining bridge for the lovers they make with wing  

Four attended a birth, each tasked with promulgation to the Moirai, predisposition abetting  
The Jesuit was proclaimed a child of a God that they refused to acknowledge as sacrosanct
Waiting for one score and ten, witnessing the ensuing meteoric rise from unknown to King
As the Romans dispensed law, all birds wept and sang comfort, the messenger's silence succinct

Throughout time immemorial, they have remained despised, hated for their diligent service
They remain vigilant, attentive to The Gods, bearing witness to their disseminated judgements
I fear and respect their powers, watching for triple revolutions, burying the fallen with revered auspice
I salute to the single, addressing them formally, enquire as to their spouses health, craving endorsements.

"One for Sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl and Four for a boy
Five for silver, Six for gold, Seven for a secret never to be told
Eight for a wish, Nine for a kiss, Ten for a surprise that shouldn’t be missed
Eleven for health, Twelve for wealth, Thirteen beware of pure evil itself."

(This is a purely personal write and my own perception. I am not wishing to cause offence or belittle anyone else's views, beliefs or historical concepts. I respect all opinions - "To each man his own God")