A Spider's Legend of the Silk and Gold

we shall run among the titans 

while the skies stare, with eyes wide open
remembering the ancient ones
by name
calling upon the thunderous echoes
of an eon's elder
footsteps

tearing down the walls and stars
around our heads
and
walking tall
upon the planetary faces
of the gods
with their ever unsympathetic
and forbidding
frowns

we shall bask in the warm sunlight
of a wonder filled
and smiling
child
as we tell this tale of the final hour
in which we
brought the hypocrisy
of heaven crashing
to the ground

we shall hold before us
a chalice
pouring light upon our darkly, parched
and burning lips
this final kiss shall be our gift
left upon the altars
of all time

once we were
man
we are divine
so we shall leave you
all behind

for you walk like blackness
on the night
and with the widows, you shall feast
on your own shadows
of defeat

by M. Douglas