Vermilion Skies

One Ego To Another

All us little beings, we tame our little minions, to feel as;

Broad , as to as bind , the egos hidden in our mankind;

And all these little minions have their own little ones;

And all these little ones have their tiny ones.

So! the big tames the little, the little the tiny, the tiny the minute,

The minute, the minuscule. But the minuscule has none, so whats to be done.

So... he! beats his wife, the alone his mother and the lonely flogs his dog.

And the battered dog screeches to the night, scratching the bloody flees;

To his wounded body, but the night stays as it is, only stars pitying its travesty ;

And the silence boasts to its final pride and cackles to the cracking dawn.

A day begins. The ruler's rule!