A/N This isn't a poem so I categrized it as a story. It IS reminicsent of Ralph Waldo Emerson's Uriel poem, but I wrote ths long before I even knew of him. Which makes me kind of happier about this piece. I'm not religious, but two of my favorite religious characters are Vishnu (especially as Krishna) and The angel with the fire sword and book, Regent of the Sun and Keeper of Secrets of the Earth - Uriel. And that's why I LOVE Emerson and dedicate this to his memory.

Finally Alone
There You Stand
In The Bridge Of The Ship
In Which We Were Flung
Wrapped In Chains
And Banished Forever
From Our Homes
To The Outskirts Of Systems

I Know What You Are Thinking
What You Are Planning

You Desire To Kill Me
And Pretend I Never Existed

You Know You Can't Do That Lucy Dear
You Gave Me Immortality

Your Anger Bestows You Thoughts Of Black Blood
And My Colleges Attributed You The Means To Spill It

But I Know What You Did Not Think
Or Plan

Thought I Wouldn't Come Back
Thought I Wouldn't Face You
Thought I'd Run Away

You Know I Can't Do That Lucy Dear
You Play God Very Well

You Leer At Me
You Think
Sweet Blood Spilled From The Throat Of Betrayal
Upon The Ship Of Invaders
In The Outskirts Of Systems

I Smile At You
Methinks
Mass Blood Spilled From Two Hundred Invaders
Upon The Outskirts Of Systems
Including My Own

Traitor

Your Lips Utter Nothing
But I Hear You
And I Wonder At The Word

"Traitor?"

My Voice Echoes Within The Vast Chamber
Of Broken Consoles

I Wonder If I Am A Traitor For Turning My Blade
Against The Throat Of Our So-Called "Light Bringer"
Or For Building Ebony Beds
So That You Would Place The Beautiful People
Of This Lonely Planet
In The Outskirts Of Systems
To The Slumbering State Of Mind Slavery
When I Wanted To Keep Them Awake

Why?

For The Bargain Is, We Enslave Them And Become Gods

But Gods Are Iternally Bonded To The World They Create

So Who Did I Betray?

I Am Weary Of Lies Amongst Brothers
Weary Of Playing God
And So I Whispered Truth Today
Into The Ears Of Our Sleeping Slaves
And It Crawls Slowly Down To Their Core
Slowly Freeing Me Of My Betrayal

But You Call Me Traitor
And Now My Immortal Brother You Want Me Dead

I Want You Dead

I Know What You Are Feeling
What You Are Tasting; What You Are Smelling

Your Aura Is A Brilliant Light; White

It Touches My Own

A Holocsoust Of Rage For Losing Your Entire World

Detached Fear For Being Chained To An Unkown Sphere

A Ruthless Love For Your Bickering Fallen Brothers

But We Know It Does Not All Come From You

You Smile At Me

Kill Me
I Shall Live Forever

Again Your Lips Utter Nothing
But Your Voice Vibrates Through My Self
And I Wonder At The Phrase

"Live Forever?"

My Voice Echoes My Discovery

Dear Lucy
You Have Played God For So Long
You Have Fallen Into The Abyss
Of Your Own Lies

Who Are You Really Decieving With Your Sugary, Tearing Speciousnes

Beguiler Of The World?

Whose Reality Are You Weaving Brother Morpheus?
Your Greatest Dream
Has Become You

Do Not Delusion Yourself That What Drips From Your Mouth Is Sweet Nectar

It Is Poison Which You Spray To Bring The World Into Sleeping Death

And You Yourself Choke On It, Lucy

How Simple You Have Turned Your Death Thus

We Shall Live For Many A Millenia Brother
We Shall Be Looked Upon As Gods
Even After We Spill Each Other's Blood

But When My Whispered Truth Lands
And The Children Wake
We Shall Die
And The Bright Son
And His One Hundered And Ninety Nine Gods
Will Be Looked Upon As We Were

We Were Marauders
Banished To The Outskirts Of Systems
To A lonely Planet
With Quiet People
Who's Beauty We Tarnished
As We Placed Them In Dreams Of Flesh

And When The Children Wake
We Will Be Looked Upon As We Are
Dead Men Long Gone

You Are Still Smiling As Your Blood Spills
And My Blood Spills

This Time Your Lips Utter Your Last Words
The Last Words I Hear

"But We Will Still Be Looked Upon"