A whisper of a mortal choice caressed the God’s ear
and he laughed gleefully, admiring the stubbornness
of a frail creature
whose path has been drawn
before the stars were born
and he himself
came into
existence.
A pang pierced the divine heart nonetheless
Not significant enough to be called “jealousy”
A slight longing, perhaps
Since the creature
in immortal question
won’t – can’t! – live
long enough to appreciate
the depths of regret.
Woah. Well written! Keep it up!
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