creator

the earth exhaled a longing sigh
and blood flowers danced upon her breath
in the ever spinning motions
and graceful steps of Life and Death

upon his floating throne
the mad god king weeps
stars into the reflected world
so his children peacefully sleeps

and the undying jester
who makes company of shadows
has long sold his heart
for all the secrets the darkness knows

so what of i, a mortal child
so insignificant and small
too perishable to be bothered with
or even to remotely recall

i am nothing compared to these legends
yet it is i who gives them existence
i am their dreaming creator
under my cloak of somnolence