Almighty Glory!

There they stand in their almighty glory

feeling above the rest of mankind

in truth they are but bland and gory

yet prone in time to be defined

observed as lines and cracks appear

wealthy their true selves to hide

being afraid the media will not be near

non exposure would dent their pride!

 

How they play the part of the megastar

shinning their light at every chance

money keeps their egos high near and far

thinking nothing will stop their advance

some survive the power and glory of fame

many only a glimpse before the glow fades

blending into oblivion all seem the same

outside of the celebrity trades!

 

How many can we truly believe we admire

some grow old with grace and dignity

others controversial who have dark hearts

who seem to have untimely life endings

that cannot be explained leaving speculation

that leads to open confrontation

its said sold their souls to the devil for fame

mind-controlled who is really to blame?

 

Living in a another realm to the so-called fans

seem oblivious to any facts revealed

all accepted as gods who can never do wrong

for them no luxury they struggle to live

going to any lengths and prices to see their heroes

whose lives may not be as shown in media

false plastic make up covering all deceit and lies

hidden the extent of the real sacrifice!

 

Am I just rambling or is the truth within my thoughts?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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First!

First visit to his uncles rambling house

never knew he had this relative

until the day of his funeral and wake

drawn to a carved walking stick

its handle shaped like an eagle’s head

touching it could see only red!

 

Emotions on overload of deep hatred

people screaming for mercy

many bodies being slashed by a sword

dropping the cane aghast

checking nobody saw him walked away

gingerly not wanting to stay!

 

Outside in the afternoon sun in a daze

uncertain what had happened

but could vividly still see those images

that shook a fifteen year old

it was as though he was the actual slayer

not a passive player!

 

His father came out to find him standing

dazed and of pale complexion

enquired if he was upset at the funeral

the lad said he was fine

not mentioning his paranormal episode

his mind at that moment distant!

 

There was a secret that had not been told

for sometime knew he was different

as now the house was calling his name

as if it was welcoming him home

after that initial shock he returned within

knew his initiation was about to begin!

 

Unaware that his son had been summoned

never saw him go up the staircase

or the door to the study open and a bearded

man gleefully welcoming him in

soon would realise that he was not the same

from a kind lad a monster came!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.