"The Cursed God (poem)" by Kate ´MadCat´ Anderson

Like phoenix can't be hurt by fire

He can't fall down from the sky.

He is the one we could admire

For his ability to fly.

But he's alone. He lost his people

In foolish war that shouldn't be.

He wanted just to be an eagle

And not the one he's born to be.

He liked their beauty, freedom, power

And he gave up his world for it.

And in one silent evening hour

He flew away his dream to meet.

Then once the trouble came unwelcomed.

His people prayed to him for help.

But he was deaf to what had happened

To save them he made no attempt.

The little tribe entirely vanised

Their world was into pieces split.

And he knew not that he was tarnished -

He was away and far from it.

Like every god he is immortal.

The costly price he has to pay.

He stands forever lonely lord of

Eagles; under cruel fate.

The rocky cliff became his home

His prison is the empty sky.

He is immortal and alone

With hundred years will to die.

Like phoenix can't be hurt by fire

He can't fall down from the sky.

The only thing he does desire

Is stop his life and stop his flight.