I wanted naught more than to offer her my essence

She asked for an ode to our last tidings

An effigy to behold as our wings grasped the sky


They were the nonentity and the finite beings

 

But we were everlasting

Our ashen feathers intertwined

Delighting in obituaries inked in cinders 


They watched from lesser cathedrals


Possessions would never supersede our bond

Lions could never tear us apart

We would never reach appendices of intercession  

But they erected a tower with a likeness to Babel


And made a greed-ridden ascent to the seraph and his archangel

We fashioned the tears that became their jealousy scythe 

And watched them writhe from the burden of their decline


We were the infinite beings who prevented the last Great Deceiving