a transition

forbidden fires of heaven -
troubles of a weary heart.
ever paused to wonder,
perils plundering land of Gods?

high amongst the clouds
throned in pine
robed in green
white as a shiny beard
wise and witty, they all seem.

sunshine gleaming on snowy peaks
the only warmth they ever seek
aloof and cold
judgmental and old,
The Almighty!, we are ever told.

Demon's laugh sounds meek.
Hell welcomes me back
away from the bothering snow
exhausted in devil's lair.