[[Tried out writing a ghazal about?... being angry at the omnipotent God in Avaria? This was a very cool style to explore. <3]]
Is the sustenance He provides for the rite... stone?
Heal He commands as our mouths bleed to bite stone.
Sing, Chantal, sing Kalentics through the fen —
He offers no mercy with rain, you are but light stone. (ash)
Apologize to me, screeched the Vilomah in His face.
Silent observance looked down. Cold that night. Stone.
To you alone our song is raised sang the dunce.
To scald your praying fingers He would ignite stone.
Guard! Open the gates. Condemn me for my sins —
Belief is a burden. I will not fight stone.
Waah - Waah - Waah / A babe screeches from the dune.
Reverberations of anguish in the Phonolite Stone.
My God, where are you? I cannot see.
Shudder. Stumble. Fall before the bright Stone.