Baskadia

There is this tale of betrayal.

Once, a celestial spirit roaming in the heavens,

Ran an errand for a man with a snow white beard and a flowing gown.

In his hands was the answer to a prayer made on the alter of a bed by two humans. A couple.

At their doorstep.

He took the form of a boy.

But in his hands was no answer.

So it happened he was.

The woman offered him refuge in the haven of her belly, yet it lasted a month less ten.

So he wept but in a voice that was mine.

And now, I have learnt to live with this woman and her husband, even though at a certain period she betrayed me and denied me half the goodness of Canaan.

Soon she will betray me again,

She will break her promise and take the form of the celestial being I once was.