Metered Poetry

The Aztec God

Five years, five years grey walls surround
I stand alone, no solid ground
Upon which my despair has found
A hope of solace met.

My dears I fear I’m at a loss
There is no temple, no Book, no cross
That can redeem me or pay the cost
I owe to my Aztec God.

Like those who Mount Sinai have feared
Bowed down before, worshipped, revered
So do I lie prostrate year after year
Before the Aztec God.

Great Mountain, standing tall and white
It is my gift, it is my plight
There will never be one quite like
My menacing Aztec God.

When I finally leave my cell
With bravado my spirit will swell
And try to convince me that I’ll finally fell
The relentless Aztec God.

The time will come when I am free
And can surrender my misery
To try with all my might to be
Above the Aztec God.

And then I feel him on me, crawling
My sweat drops copious as he is calling
Into his open arms I’ll be falling, falling
The enduring Aztec God.

But still I run for days and days
‘Never again,” my mind will say
I cannot make this place my stay
Beside the Aztec God.

I am ashamed to say I fell
The same ending to the story I tell
For no one can ever repel
The charming Aztec God.

Now four white lines replace my walls of grey
This great beast I will never slay
Only a matter of time until my stay
Will bring me back to the place
Where there’s no solace met.

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