From afar, I watched him,
disguising my interest.
Could this be "the one"
they found in the tunnel
of fire? But his hands
were so gold as if they
never held a shovel or rifle.
In fact, he was a baby still
swaddled in diapers. Teetering
between sunlight and shadow,
spiders and moth yet showed
no fear. How un-humanlike.
The old gods have packed
their bags, the new one
looked up at the stars
and smiled.
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