another poem

And then there were none
those masterly figures
with their timeless faces,one
with the ageless as life lingers

Thunder and lightning
nature's fury unleashed
men in strife fighting
in ignorance their bows creased

Lost in the worlds
as the masterly men breathe
their divinity unfolds
revealed in its glory unsheathed

The creator claims them all
to himself the source
the plaything the earth, the illusion-filled ball
as it runs its course

Towards the eternity-flowing
only,one ambivalent multifold
the farmer musingly does his ploughing
the dice case by fate and free-will rolled

on towards the gods of holy mirth
reveling in their creation
the royal pawns miscalculate their worth
the masterly ones-equanimity in their elation