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A falling of the guard |
Cerberus [Pantheon, part III] Cerberus has fallen, the gates flung, open wide; with voices distant calling, buried deep, and cast aside Mortals frozen, eyes dull, glazed, compliant, in their place; rigged before a Gorgan's gaze, Medusa leads this race Withered statues line such halls, this pantheon of gods; prone to jesters, liar's calls, forever are the odds... balanced in their favour, long, with opposition meek; with Herculean labours, strong, whilst ours lost, are weak The meek wait silent, for their earth, inheritances few; taxed, evaded, soiled worth, avoided, offshore... knew Hidden in plain sight, they pass, digressions, where? why? when? living in a house of glass, lined teflon, numbered 10 With stones hid poorly, buried deep, hot rocks, cooled, take their aim; waxen cladding, priced too steep, yet never catching flame Fired, moralistic turns, rotations lacking grace; disenfranchised pyres burn, and leave without a trace No trace of absolution, sought, no sign of a request; in need of revolution, fought, with nothing to bequest Nothing left to offer, lost, nothing left but lies; bereft, what little proffered costs, Pandora's box runs dry Fields lined in clover, flocked Elysian pastures lied with hades frozen over, locked, a perfect place to hide In dens, they chill and blather, hoard, midst mediated nods; whilst midnight's children gather, floored, fools Amber from the gods Nectar that they'll never see, for gods and gods alone; ambrosia shared 'tween holders glee, ascendant to the throne A throne, a mount... Olympus bled, for five long years, hands tied; with cerberus now fallen, fled, ... and gates flung open wide |