In a dank room lit by candle’s flare
The clerics gather to anoint this pair
The prophesied twins had been born
From mortal womb they had been torn
One boy, one girl, our race to lead
From human forms they shall be freed
Conceived and carried by impure flesh
But godly in their forms afresh
They drink the nectar from our veins
Wisdom, immortality are their gains
Baptized and cleansed in blood divine
An ancient ritual in hallowed shrine
Recited chant rebirths our gods
Restores our faith, destroys facades
Corpses burn over searing coals
While our overlords replace their souls

Inspired by this week’s poetry prompt at The Reverie.

33 thoughts on “Rebirthing

  1. Agree with the above comments – I first thought of Babies A & B, but when you mentioned that the twins were a boy and a girl, I then went Luke & Leia.

    It sounds a bit like a cross between Star Wars and Dracula, if you ask me… Or some other dark twisted fantasy saga type thing.

    Maybe you should go ahead and continue with this universe?


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