Gods on my shelf

There are gods on my shelf,
Ashen-faced and blue.
Smiling and solemn,
With spears and a flute.

Gods of time and lovers divine,
Sharing space with bears and wine-
Trinkets of a love that passed by;
Promises of a solace, forever nearby.

They sit and ponder and argue,
With their wives and retinue.
The dice are then cast.
A tear here and a smile there,
On the roll of a dice!

A few battles, thus we win.
A few, we forget.
The ones we never waged;
Those we regret.
But when was it ever, as simple as that?

Our god’s are blue and ashen-faced.
Unrequited love is always a choice.
The maiden he left behind,
for us to deify.
With the cows and the flute, the love we glorify.

It is true-
Some battles, god’s never wage.
Our god’s are blue and ashen-faced.
What then – of men?
Their trinkets, we glorify.

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