The Sun, Luna,
And the stars
Warped into one
Small pinpoint
And swallowed
By the Minotaur
High on pride
Ruler of life
The prophet-less
The King of
Narcissists
There can never
Be too many
Temples, statues
For glory
Must be rightly
Showcased,
Exploited
Rubbed into faces
And taken fully
Into each orifice

Stefanie Fontker

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pride-86/