Power is Poison

To bestow power upon one,
Is akin to ingesting poison.

It makes one blind,
Not only to the mistakes made.
Nor to the unhappiness wrought.
But also to one's own fault.

It makes one deaf,
Not only to worthy advice.
Nor to the cries of those wronged.
But also to the unrivalled truth.

It makes one careless,
And fallible,
Contradicting,
And gullible.

Power is Poison.

Break of Dawn

The incessant rain brought much discomfort.
Whenever the distant rumble of storm was heard, the villagers ran for shelter.
Shortly after, the skies would be a thick blanket of angry dark clouds strewn with slivers of lightning.

The villagers had no idea what had angered the gods.
Hence, all they could do was to pray and make peace offerings.
Fortunately, their prayers were answered.

The first rays broke through the dark clouds and lit up the cold wet grounds.
The villagers peeped apprehensively from their windows.
They rejoiced when the balls of grey cotton finally retreated beneath the horizon and were replaced by the warmth of golden rays.

But how long would this last?