From the Gods

Depression

Author -- Unknown

Sadness and Sorrow.

A never ending abyss.

Will I ever leave?

Simply a Slave

Author -- MacKer, the fallen god

The gods above say I am nothing, simply a slave,

And the men here, say I am nothing, simply a servant.

Is that really all I am?

Shall I really be simply a servant, simply a slave all my life?

But if the gods say that is all I am, shouldn't they speak the truth?

Are they not divine creatures who know more than I?

Is there even a possibility that they could be just like me?

A stumbling human, trying to find his way?

No, they couldn't. For I am nothing.

All I am is simply a slave.

May I Have Fun?

Author -- Derigon, god of the heavens

Fun.

What is that?

May I have some?

I see the others,

They laugh and squeal, Is that fun?

I wonder if I can join,

But what is fun?

I see everyone.

They laugh and cheer

But I don't. I can't.

Will there ever be a day, I can laugh with them?

Turning away I sigh, and close my eyes,

Where I sleep and dream about a day I can laugh and smile and have fun.

But how can I?

I am a god, who can't interact with men.

I look at them from above, while controlling the heavens.

What good is being a god, if all I get is sadness?

To be a God

Author -- Killendry, the god of the dusk

To be a god is not what it seems.

There was a time when I thought it was marvelous.

Centuries later, I wonder how I ever loved being immortal.

I sit here, day after day, watching the sun rise.

I stand and paint the dusk, once again.

And I watch mankind, staring at my work with awe

Not realizing the sorrow of the painter.

Humanity

What good are humans?

I see my fellow gods full of sadness and sorrow.

They look at man and wish to be that.

A little bug. A tiny speck in the whole of the universe.

And I asked them "Why?" "Why would you want to become an atom in the cosmos?"

None of them could answer.

Yet I pushed them and asked again, "Why would you want to live among a disease ridden people?

"What has mankind done to be so attractive?"

None of them could answer, yet one looked up only to look back down and sighed.

"Answer." I said to them, but they wouldn't. "I ask, why would you want to be human?

"They are a depraved people, full of evil. Why would you want to dwell among them?"

"What good thing have they done? What is so honorable about them that make them so fascinating?"

Finally, one answered my questions. An older god, who had creaking bones and a tired face.

He faced me and said, "Because they will always have something that gods will not.

"Humanity has a chance. Mankind has a chance to change and be better than what they are."

The old god sat down and sighed, "We gods cannot change. We always have and always will control the water, the winds, or the earth. We can never be more, and we can always be less."

I left my fellow gods and went home, where I stared down at mankind.

One plowed the field, another bought food, and another hemmed a dress.

A woman held her son's hand, a father kissed his daughter, a man embraced his wife.

I turned away wondering if man really could be better.