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Last of the Old Gods
- Last of the Old Gods -
Confusion takes over, my waking mind; and will…
As old memories awaken in me things long buried.
Ancient anger wells up in me, a flame hot yet chill!
I see the things that are hidden, and I’ve worried…
You reminded me that it was not mortal madness,
But my immortal nature, that was coming forward.
I know I was a god, fallen low, in lonely sadness…
Waiting in the shadows, contemplating my sword.
Why is every sword also a cross, merely inverted?
Because blood is holy, even when steel drinks it…
The irony of that notion is profound and perverted,
Lost on those who lack conscience, piety and wit.
So many battles have I fought, in places now gone.
I wonder if you were with me, but I cannot know…
How many times I have lost, often more than won!
And yet I keep on fighting, as the wind must blow.
Were you there when Athena wept as we departed?
From the place where this cycle’s creation started!
Long is the approaching hour, the moon rises late,
But you and I beheld the sun; night, is not our fate.
Realizing there is divinity in the mundane, I laugh!
Who sees the sparks of it within my hungry eyes?
Behold, for it is there, as clear and clean as a bath.
For you, I shall let slip the illusion of my disguise!
See the Red King for what he is and feel my spirit,
Long have I walked amongst you, since my dawn!
Seeing but unseen, unable to rest or even just sit…
Lest time claim me at last: and the hot abyss yawn.
Seeking my queen, whose throne is long prepared,
I tire not, toiling in the shadows for light’s return…
Living, I have walked in the kingdom of the dead,
Sinless, I have sinned and in the hellfire I did burn.
The five who raised us up, the elementals of glory,
Now lie in tombs on another world, silent in state…
Worlds have died since anyone has heard the story.
But I remember it all, both with love and with hate!
Were you there when Athena took her final breath?
She could not bear, to see a future filled with death!
Long is the approaching darkness, that cannot last,
You and I have faced it, when we beheld the past.
In the scarlet mists of midnight, sleep eludes us all,
When full is the heart with burdens heaped upon…
The will we think is free, when we try to stand tall.
Hot burns the flame of destiny, hotter than the sun!
Even the celestial centurions, who labored so long,
To create order in the cosmos, have faded to myths.
My own voice scolded them when they did wrong…
And the flame of destiny changes: warps and shifts.
It has scorched me, until I thought my scars deep…
I have touched the red eye of Jupiter, and survived.
These feet walked on worlds where old gods weep,
My wings have flown where the ancients thrived…
Only to fade when in this likeness I was fast bound.
Long gone, are Aurora, Hera, and others I did love!
They have passed beyond memory, not to be found.
Only I remain, the last of the old gods, from above!
Were you there when Athena arose to live as of old?
She walked with us in silence, in the void ever cold!
Long is the approaching storm, but we are prepared,
For you and I have seen it before and are not scared.
Confusion takes over, my waking mind; and will…
As old memories awaken in me things long buried.
Ancient anger wells up in me, a flame hot yet chill!
I see the things that are hidden, and I’ve worried…
You reminded me that it was not mortal madness,
But my immortal nature, that was coming forward.
I know I was a god, fallen low, in lonely sadness…
Waiting in the shadows, contemplating my sword.
Why is every sword also a cross, merely inverted?
Because blood is holy, even when steel drinks it…
The irony of that notion is profound and perverted,
Lost on those who lack conscience, piety and wit.
So many battles have I fought, in places now gone.
I wonder if you were with me, but I cannot know…
How many times I have lost, often more than won!
And yet I keep on fighting, as the wind must blow.
Were you there when Athena wept as we departed?
From the place where this cycle’s creation started!
Long is the approaching hour, the moon rises late,
But you and I beheld the sun; night, is not our fate.
Realizing there is divinity in the mundane, I laugh!
Who sees the sparks of it within my hungry eyes?
Behold, for it is there, as clear and clean as a bath.
For you, I shall let slip the illusion of my disguise!
See the Red King for what he is and feel my spirit,
Long have I walked amongst you, since my dawn!
Seeing but unseen, unable to rest or even just sit…
Lest time claim me at last: and the hot abyss yawn.
Seeking my queen, whose throne is long prepared,
I tire not, toiling in the shadows for light’s return…
Living, I have walked in the kingdom of the dead,
Sinless, I have sinned and in the hellfire I did burn.
The five who raised us up, the elementals of glory,
Now lie in tombs on another world, silent in state…
Worlds have died since anyone has heard the story.
But I remember it all, both with love and with hate!
Were you there when Athena took her final breath?
She could not bear, to see a future filled with death!
Long is the approaching darkness, that cannot last,
You and I have faced it, when we beheld the past.
In the scarlet mists of midnight, sleep eludes us all,
When full is the heart with burdens heaped upon…
The will we think is free, when we try to stand tall.
Hot burns the flame of destiny, hotter than the sun!
Even the celestial centurions, who labored so long,
To create order in the cosmos, have faded to myths.
My own voice scolded them when they did wrong…
And the flame of destiny changes: warps and shifts.
It has scorched me, until I thought my scars deep…
I have touched the red eye of Jupiter, and survived.
These feet walked on worlds where old gods weep,
My wings have flown where the ancients thrived…
Only to fade when in this likeness I was fast bound.
Long gone, are Aurora, Hera, and others I did love!
They have passed beyond memory, not to be found.
Only I remain, the last of the old gods, from above!
Were you there when Athena arose to live as of old?
She walked with us in silence, in the void ever cold!
Long is the approaching storm, but we are prepared,
For you and I have seen it before and are not scared.
Published 11th Jan 2012
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