happy birthday

it is a day of celebration.
of feasts fit for kings,
and worldly desires fulfilled.
of men who stand with gods.

you stand tall today
with your eyes gazing into the sun.
you have no reason or need
to look down upon mortals,
who bow low in worship and reverence.
but their bent knees
only serve to remind you of weakness.
and gods, unlike men,
are not weak.

let her lie in a bed that i have christened,
breathe in the air that has heard our moans,
touch your skin where my fingers have scarred.

the stars schemed against the gods
to bring you into my world.
and the skies shall stand witness
to your uncaring power
and her helpless suffering.
for when she closes her eyes
her dreams shall be far darker
than the deepest of nightmares.

you are mine forever
as even the gods shall learn.