Sayglas: Fortune's Gambit Poem by Ezio Olubelleau

Sayglas: Fortune's Gambit

Boy
Fortune had smiled,
Upon the likes of peasants.

A beggar boy,
The age of twelve,
Looked upon the heavens.
With open hands, he prayed for grace,
And it rained grains and cookies.

Boy,
The heavens have smiled,
Upon the likes of us,
Once more.

A farmer stood,
Amid his fields,
Dreaming of the harvest.
But rain poured down, and so he hid,
His crops left unattended.

He muttered words,
"Sayglas, " he said,
And suddenly it ceased.
The skies held back, the sun returned,
And fortune played its piece.

Boy,
Fortune has smiled,
Upon the likes of peasants.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
At the heart of this poem lies the presence of a banished god—Sayglas—whose name, once invoked, has since become a fractured spell. No longer does he listen to prayers, but his absence does not erase him from the ranking of the unseen world; rather, the heavens, confused by the utterance of his name, responds with randomness.
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