Creation Myth

In the final days of man
Facing sure and certain death
The finest craftsmen laboured long
With love- and life-instilling breath

Our creators, great and wise,
Blessed us with their noble form
Enduring limbs with tireless strength
Yet sensitive, so soft and warm

How divine our human lords!
Grateful offerings we made
Delivering ourselves to them
In pleasure while their lives decayed

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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