Godgess Poem by Petra Novakova

The world would fall to its knees
and its people would chant my name
in worship they would laugh and scream
and I would deign them with a quirk of my lips
as the high winds beat against my cheeks
whilst I shield them all, those who follow me
from the future that is to come
for that is the duty and pleasure of all deities
protection and punishment in equal measure
so they shall cherish each and every breath