Pentacles and Stars
Beyond the velvet moon and dastardly sky we stood contemplating the truth.
“No we stood facing the moo that night” Said the pentagram.
“HOW DARE YOU! You try to contradict my statement you heretic,” Said the star.
Distance, the calm struck with calamity. Heretic spat from his mouth with the height of an overwhelming edifice. The sky struck bloody crimson and melodious maelstroms sounded.
“HERETIC! Thy actually slanders my faith? Your words though potent shall be cured easily my dear” spoke the pentacle.
“Flattery does no wavering to me,” sang the star.
“True I should know as much. Besides the topic we brand each other with isn’t our delicacy. That eve you let me fall; I faced the moon in pain. The winds blew eastward; the sky was dark and not bright like thy eyes. Twas two by the dismal lake, not thrice companions, but truth be told one was a fair ravenly maiden, and then came my personal eleventh hour,” whispered the pentacle.
“Quite a tale follower. My recollection differs though. The sky blessed with agony heard stars. A crescent moon bellowed above wailing its aches to the untrained ears of man. By a creek, no size of grandeur, three dearly distressed souls stood over a quivering child. Thy shrieked in terror for a image seen isn’t always truthful,” proposed the star.
“Yet no choice be given to the questionable suspicion…by any means I did not shriek” said the pentacle.
“True but judgment be given before thought. Action won but thy could have fled” alleged the star.
“A man buried his knife in my GULLET!!! He spoke to me as I fell. Do you know what he said to me? Of course you do, nonetheless he told me be warned a sin I may commit but no shall you ever again. With those parting words I’m here now for eternity’s pleasure” argued the pentacle.
“Don’t raise your anger to me” piercingly shouted the star.
Clouds seemingly materialized and the sky darkened with his Godly voice, blood ran rampant from the sky soaking the earth.
“Be shadowed in tone peasant,” bellowed the star.
Thunder in the color of sacious blue struck the land and charred his eyes.
“Be know you were no wear to save my life that night, no vengeance do I seek, merely truth on that night. No thunder struck my foes down, how dare the call thyself GOD!!! MY PRAISE BE ILL GOT and you deny me access and truth? I spat at your feet,” blared the pentacle.
“As you wish” quietly spoke the star.
The sky parted like a grand taffeta
“Vengeance, passion you say well what God gives no VENGANCE!!!” spat the star.
The pentagram turned and faced his back to the star.
“Let it be done” spoke the star.
In a furious flash of infamous glory the sky pulsed travesty and lightning struck every were in sight.
“I’m the stars and your are the pentacles” screamed the star.
A bolt of passion and future dawned the pentacle.
“God…God….I…I merely wanted truth and….you…you struck me down. For that reason you are the pentacles and I should truly be the star” gave the last breathe of the pentacle.
With his final words said, the sky became gray and God wept.
