WITHIN the halls of the Council not a sound heard.
The greatest edifice built by the Werelings is
where this transpired.
Countless generations toiled upon its structure
so this moment could be recorded.
It’s a prophecy.
The Werelings are not as you nor as i am.
One of our human breathes is measured as
ten thousand years in their lifetime.
Ergo; short lives compared to humans.
Began the Council with a gavel — yes,
even the tiniest of creatures know
how to rule a court!
Murmur in the seats. Ecto-tech in the
aisles. (much like US Congress in a place
known as D.C.)
“This session will come to order!”
Within his grey beard of light Mr. Alweez
stroked his chin.
Today marks a stupendous occasion. The
finality of a question pondered by the
Wereling history: are there others, more
giant than them who exists beyond the boundary
of vision?
MOST importantly; could we become allies with
these impossibly large creatures? There is no
precedent but historial records describe certain
knowledge hereto hidden by the average Wereling.
Some called them gods or worse — A GOD.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 