once pristine . magnificat . myth . 13

“I insisted on indulging faults,
You could not abide.  Is it my vice
your jealousy consumes pristine lives?”
But, why?  Thou was Our favored friend?

“Your issue, you have proclaimed, will rule
the spheres of void and dust.  Why should I,
Unbounded Wind who marks nowhere home,
serve the celestial and solar nest.

For a wind’s breath, he pitied Sky,
but with a sudden blast, brute Wind howled:
“For your undoing you are to blame,
now join Death in matrimonial bliss!”