B. Sven Telander

# 4 - Poem by B. Sven Telander

Do I forever recall those ancient of times,
where newborn eyes watched creation sing,
and my own wings helped ring primordial chimes,
earning the brief privilege at ear of the King;
is it true that the cause of my angelic demise,
was hubris or some unspeakable evil I unlet;
or did a dare to allow my star to attempt to rise
above the Architect’s splendor cause long sunset;
or would I not bow when the Supreme was addressing
that mortals were now surpassing angel bearing sword;
or did I follow my Maker’s command on mission with blessing
knowing my fate as scapegoat and expecting no reward;
or was my leaving a search for newer purer communion,
drunk somewhere on wanderlust in pristine vast dominion?

Topic(s) of this poem: freedom, mythology

Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

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