Age of Drunken Gods

Creeping out into the night
your steps are driven
like a madman’s focused song.
Into the shadows and
away from the light
You’re wanting to leave this world
for the one you’ve seen just beyond your sight.

This is the age of drunken gods
Whose empires crumble.
They take and take and still want more—
still empty and fake
like the greedy dirt-filled temple whore.