Glee

A wanderer in a desert
robed and sword
hanging from his belt,
hooded and scarved.
They walk along and she
says she is a storm.
He pulls aside the cloth of
his robe to show the screaming
lightning and rain, shot like bullets
by the wind, that swirls within him.
His teeth grin
since that is the god that watches him
from the looming body.
His god has four faces.
His god is named Rampancy.
Its faces are named
Rage, Sorrow, Jealousy, Euphoria.

They listen to a bard in an oasis
tavern, his god turns to hear the bard
better and a new face looks down.
Whispering to each other,
he hears the surf
of sorrow crashing against
his heartbeats. He will share the bard's
fate some day, a secret
he keeps folded on a paper
near his chest. He does
not reveal it often.
She whispers to him but
he is silent.

In the desert, the sun turns about
the earth and the god turns its head again.
He throws his head and laughs his saber out,
slashing poetry into the sands, and she
joins him with a rapier whisking rhythms
from the dust flying in the air.

She whispers to him
and his words are not an answer
since a different face heard and a different face spoke.
In the valley of the heroes
he screams against the statues of great men
lining the walls of cliffs,
cutting gashes into his flesh with the sword.

He walks, dragging his robe and sword
through sand, his god sleeps, eight eyes
closing, head atop a looming body, lolling.
In the twilight colors comes an imp,
an elf, a sprite, a giggler, a not-a-god,
a child of Rampancy.
Small and smiling it skips nearby
on cool rocks with moss,
panning pipes.
He dances, laughing high
and lightly as he throws off robe and sword
and hops.
His robes gone, it can be seen
within him is a storm of spring blossoms
and autumn leaves. He spins and kicks,
his eyes are closed, his grin brighter
than the daylight sun.
She whispers to him and he can only respond
by joying a smile at her
their footsteps running into future forests,
lost and wine sodden.