The Rape of Deity
by Megan Hay
Their eyes hold no belief every time a
warning falls from the lips of the priestess
who has been professed mad through a curse
by a rejected god
for a price must be paid for refusing his seduction
and foresight could not save her from the consequences
of denying what he sought from her in return
for a gift that brings her to damnation
the knowledge weighs heavily upon her
but they are unable to give credence to the
words she speaks, of the cautions she tries to tell and
she cannot escape the maelstrom of despair that
threatens her with each allegation of insanity that follows
her attempts to alert them to their fate
of destruction and of the fires that threaten
to swallow them up, as Death slips through the
shadows of anguish and draws ever imminent upon them all
she does not understand why she attempts this foolish game,
when she holds the understanding of how it all ends,
for them as well as herself, and how nothing she will be able
to do will prevent the outcomes she has been compelled to see;
she wishes that her hands do not carry the blood of the Unbelievers
but she can not wash them enough to banish the stain
which covers pale hands, which have become as red as the rubies
that her mother wears around her neck, on thick, heavy chains that proclaims her status to the world, the world in which
will burn around her, around them all and she is almost grateful that she will die before she sees that fire’s aftermath
which will twirl, with the grace of a dancer, across the ground,
ravaging buildings and claiming the ones who will wish
they believed her
her eyes, once bright as a spark, will dim with grief, with guilt, with Acceptance, over time as she watches devastation rain and in the end, Gods Will fall, just like man.
Artist Information:
Author: Megan Hay
Hometown: Dibble
Major: English Education
Minor(s): Creative Writing, French, & History
Year: Junior