The Gathering

It was there they decided to gather

The sons and daughters of greater men

And luxury than sorrow rather

That hurt, them time and again

Yes these were the privileged few

The envy of simpleton thought

Carefree, as could possibly be true

The dream that others sought

And to them pain was another thing

That was to just once hear off

And once about it to sing

But to feel it not and scoff

For great they were and maybe not

yet their eyes did as always reflect

The lack of solace that spirit sought

Indeed so pitiful this grander sect

Disillusioned they this sect were

Corrupted by mere material gain

And to crave and long for

a thing just, not love not pain

As pain and love are not real

Like things to hold and touch

They’re things of heart to feel

Human and wholly such

No nevertheless they sat and left

An untouched few by life

That life unphysical in form

But an existence verily rife