Upon the scene in between

The one of many cutscenes

Stood a pedestal and upon it a trophy

A reward most brief but worthy of attention

A pedestal most meek

And while some of it sleek

The cracks filled with moss, forgotten, getting… moldy

Strong, neglected, it holds the trophy with tension

The trophy praised in speed

Then left to dust indeed

Amongst the many other stone columns nearby

As time always is, plants begin their ascension

The planet moves in silence

The wind blows by maybe once

The pedestal, forever present under thy

Trophy that it loves very much

Then, descension.

The wind clips the trophy

It scraps the top of the pedestal,

A smig of a crumble as the trophy

Falls off the pedestal into the valley behind

Leaving the pedestal behind.

In the distance, a thunder

The world temors

Crumbling in the distance the horizon closes in

The trophy’s power held the world up

But now shattered in an abyss

What’s the pedestal to love now

That the world is falling around him

And he has but the nature around him

But soon to be in a free fall

The idol now gone

Atoms part

As the pedestal feels a crack

As it starts to shake

Disintegration

Each pebble a pinch

Each grain a peeling dissolve

As the pedestal quivers awaiting a trophy to love

It regards a feeling of the God who put the trophy there

And the God who blew it away

How he was built to be forgotten

To be raised to hold an achievement

A reason for existing.

It regards a feeling for the God who neglected him there

Allowed him to achieve but refused to care about the results

The sun moves, casting a shadow on the pedestal

Shrouded in darkness, the pedestal

Meek, moldy, starting to ruin

Wonders what else other than the trophy is its purpose

The wind blew purpose away

And left the pedestal to rot in a crumbling world alone.

Then, a glimmer

The sun moves more and shines the surface of the pedestal

The pedestal gleens

It feels clean

Feels a sense of pride whilst basking in the sun’s ray

Sounds of the world getting louder cause aggression

The pedestal leans

It’s base now weak

Cannot change when the world decided to decay

It’s gone completely; it falls in hesitation