The Flaming God Of Tricks.

I walk between the columns of the hall , this ancient temple to the god of tricks , hearing the sounds of flaming drums , his guards surround him

while he strolls across the corridor from his private chambers.

Hastily I kneel to the ground before him while he takes his seat upon his throne, all the while gazing down at me . I'm just a servant to him that flaming god of tricks , he has summoned me, asking me to read him poetry clearly hoping to sooth his boiling rage.

Each word I say he slowly relaxes , easing back into his throne . Before standing suddenly and wandering across to me , for I'm still knelt on the floor refusing to look upon him . He lifts my chin lightly with the tip of his fingers , forcing me to look into his eyes , smiling softly to comfort me.