Of Myths and Gods

O weavers of fate
Where doth mine thread end
From where doth it begin?
What intricate patterns
Hast thou woven for me?
Can a mortal glimpse at the work
Thou hast spent an eternity on

Helios of the Western Sky

Burn
Great Sun-King
Burn
Turn the sky to its rich ocean
Sky fish fly through the air
Singing to your grand arrival
Your horses,
Brave and powerful,
Honored to pull your burning wheels westward
Arching across your domain
Bringing you to your kingdom
So you may rest
For your next days conquest



Persephone, Goddess of the Rains

Hail, Persephone
Goddess of life-giving rain
How we do miss you when you leave
And beg for your mercy when you are near
The world loves you
In all your forms
Hades could not help himself
From trying to take you away
Life and Death
Twirling like a storm
Warm summer breeze
Whispers your name
Frozen winter winds
Are your cries for help

Song of Odysseus

As the Sun conquers the night
I shall overthrow this mildewed gloom
As the Moon shines with all its might
I shall break the back of this creeping doom
As the Stars stay virulent, glowing so bright
I shall crack the locks of this treacherous room
As the badger, I shall growl, claw, and bite
Light is my beautiful bride
And I her beloved groom

Darkness had found me
And pulled me away
The light grew dark
And I grew afraid
But I remember her face
That alone keeps me alive
To the fleeting light I give chase
One day I shall return to her
And she will know my name
I will look older and broken
And she will look exactly the same

Party of the Gods

High atop Mount Olympus
The gods are at play
Hermes laughs at the others
Artemis shoots him down
Athena scolds him for his foolishness

Apollo shines and uncovers the flaws
Of Hephaestus’ back
As he toils at a lighting bolt

Aphrodite swoons over Aries
But he could care less
Plotting a new war takes time
Eros flies down wanting to play
His mother gives him permission

Hera watches her husband closely
But she has to blink
Zeus in all his might and glory
Is captured by human beauty

And high atop Mount Olympus
The gods feast
Watching the drama of Man unfold

My Encounter with a Satyr from a Grecian Dale

One day I fell
Into a Grecian dale
Dark and full of dew

Spiders and snails
Crawled across my nails
When at last I finally came too

“Where am I?” I thought
A tree full of rot
Crossed a stream to a magical bank

“Dead I must be”
As I crawled cross the tree
But still I could smell the rank

“I can’t be dead,
Fore I can still use my head,
And my senses have not yet dulled”

But the look of the trees
And the stagnant humid breeze
Convinced me that I had been culled

I reached that mythical side
And thought to myself with pride
“No man has ever seen such a place”

As my eyes began to focus
And my ears picked up the locusts
My legs began to move at a cautious pace

Then my eyes I couldn’t believe
But laughing insanely within the trees
Stood a Satyr and the Nymph he did molest

His hands they did roam
As he held her there like stone
As he kissed and groped at her breasts

Her face and lips were pale
Moistened only by the vale
She struggled frightfully to get away

She broke free and flew
And the Satyr did pursue
Persistent to make her stay

As they leaped through the trees
I could not chase to see
What became of that loving brawl

But as I found my way out
I looked behind me to doubt
That I had seen anything at all


Myths Forgotten

Behold the gods
Asleep in their infinite wisdom
Broken lines of archaic texts
Adorn the wall of a once glorious temple
Neither titan’s cry nor seraphim’s song
Are enough to wake them from their slumber
What calamitous comet
What volatile Vulcan
Can beckon an immortal
Statuesque figures of cold stone
Are all that remain of the ones to whom we prayed
Ivy covered
Cracked and broken
The crumbling gods of men
Forgotten