Soulless God

The gods are dead.

I know because I plunged my dagger through their hearts.

I drank their blood from a goblet made of stars.

The abbys watch me curiously.

It's teeth as sharp as my dagger.

"Come forth," It says, surrounding me.

I stand still as I feel it envelop me.

It swallows me and I am no more.

But then I am born again.

A being more than divine.

Soon a new warrior shall arise and sink their teeth to my neck.

Golden blood will stain their mouth as a laugh finds it's way up my throat.

Until then, I sit at the top of the world.

Watching. Waiting. 

Knowing I will be my own downfall.