You heralded my wing-swept thunder
with garlands annointing the ground.
Sweet petals spiraling upwards
as I stood majestic, towering over
my protected children of Earth....
mankind, it was you.
You greeted me with song, dancing,
feasting of meat I brought when
times were lean for you.
I brought fire to your cold caves,
taloned megaliths for your cities....
mankind, it was you.
I taught shamans their wisdom,
knowledge that stars were your home,
shredded deadly storms into breezes,
dispelled nightmares in my cuddling wings.
You flew skies on the backs of my children....
mankind, it was you.
When did you teach me to cry....
to be wary of your weapons,
to keep my gold under mountains,
when it was yours
all along....
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