You are man.
You are named as such.
Here is stone.
Build a pillar. Call it yours.
Hello, Cain. Have you heard of shared glory?
I don’t think you have; that’s okay,
neither have I, for I am the One,
and nothing can take that from me.
You wish to be this way?
I have told you;
here is perpetual stone,
you have all the tools necessary.
Necessary for what?
For legacy.
For eternity.
Baby, hold onto me.
Angel, that’s what you’ll be,
baby, darling, mine,
take the stone
like man who lies with man.
What? I have betrayed you?
You should know this.
My love is Abel,
my love is not yours to give.
Unless, of course,
you want to take it from me.
Yes, that’s it,
take the eternal stone.
This is the history you want to craft.
Violent, ******,
and completely, utterly,
yours.
You are man.
You are named as such.
Here is stone.
Build a legacy.
Hate it; call it yours.
From a collection of poetry I wrote for a creative writing portfolio in second year of university, titled 'New Rugged Cross'.