The Dying God

A mortal with ambition so bold, Dreams of divinity to unfold. A quest for power he does implore, To reach the top and be forevermore. He yearns for grace and endless might, A force that shines with endless light. He craves for worship and adoration, A ruler of worlds, beyond imagination. But little does he know the cost, The burden of such power that is lost. For with it comes the endless strife, The constant struggle, the endless life. The weight of worlds rests on his shoulders, With every dec...