I was alive
through days of hunger
nights of thirst
when the sky was lost
I huddled beneath fallen arches
waiting for a sign
when our brethren fell
through frozen winters
I cursed patiently
the heavens they gazed at
trembling, undying
a stigmata of the universe.

Wandering alone
for countless years
I learned more of
the novelty of my creation
no rumors that seem fitting
no weapons worth killing
an abomination of karma
some called savior
others called Satan
through bloodshed
and the darkness of man
I’ve survived as a testament
to all their failures.

In the books they wrote
in the stories they told
I have passed briefly
subtly in and out
from the days of black sun
to now a solar eclipse
unwavering, the flame of life
still burns bright in me
I am alive
I am immortal.