Apottovan - AP Ottovan

Below or Above

Below or Above By Jack, Poet

With skin made of silk and eyes of ruby You certainly are one of the world’s most precious things

I would be struck down by lightning If I were to compare your grace to that of a God’s

I will take that chance

You are made of moonlight and shadow, For though I compare you to these things

You are more magnificent than them both

How I would sell my soul To find words to make poetry of you

“If I had a religion” “I would commission a holy book”

“Filled with words from you…”

I am but a servant to my God Inspired by the sight of Him

He compares to nothing else in these worlds Below or Above

I am filthy

Full of Filth

Covered in grime

That came from work

From effort

From trying

Trying too hard

Is this what I want?

Happy through triumph

Afraid to fail

The pockmarks in the metal

Make me sick

I am covered head to toe

In soot

And dirt

And slag

Slag burned into my skin

In my clothes

Through the leathers

Too bright light

The sun seared into my corneas

Brown turned to fire-red

Contentedness

Found in work

Shame

Found in filth

You cannot live

Without consequence

I am filthy from work

I am angry from shame

I am learning the hard way

Hiding Spots :)

The second card - The Magician

Run Rabbit, Run