After the Ages: Gold, Silver, and Bronze
Came Iron, the age of fighting and cons.
The gods were not safe when the giants began
Stacking hills and mountains to reach promised lands.
Jove became angry, red lightning he sent
To stop their fell progress and halt the descent..
The blood of the giants seeped into the ground
And god-hating werewolves popped up all around
Then Lycaon, the King of the Wolves,
Used all his might to try to slay Jove.
So the king of the gods flooded the earth
'Til humans could show him what they were worth.
Phyrra, Deucalion - Promethus' son -
Boarded a boat 'fore the rain had begun.
Thetis, the oracle, told them where to stand
Upright man and woman, they alone reached land.
When Jupiter saw the best humans'd survived,
He sent clement weather and left them alive.
Good Neptune lessened the roiling spate
Sick lands emerged as the waters abate.
The last living couple the oracle asked
To save humankind, they'd attempt any task.
Thetis told them what they had to do,
'Remove vests and veils and make humans new.'
Phyrra wanted not to defile mothers' bones
Deucalion told her, 'We'll substitute stones.'
So at the top of the hill, the both turned around
And each picked up a stone to cast to the ground.
Where Deucalion threw a man leapt up
And where Phyrra threw: a woman, grown-up.
Where from the sea, the mist hung suspended,
Appeared animals in flocks they tended.
Thus, all that remained of Promethus' clan:
Deucalion and Pyrra, first and last of man.
Fiery roses once blushed by your cheek
Scented flowers bloomed at your sight
Petals fell to your side by the weeks
Powers of doom sealed the light
Your elderly stems were all that remained
Withered they journeyed towards dust
Worries of death that were always the same
When rains came but only left rust
A slim vase became devoid of all color
Rented rooms seemed lacking of air
Seedlings were left to the side by our Mother
Nourished through years of her care
Seedlings could barely grow tall on their own
Hardships leave strong plants once they're grown.
Sitting in sandy shores that soothe my soul
Poseidon's pulse purges my thoughts
A sea-breeze mist of comfort untold
Peace unpurchased which can't be bought
Winding wind runs fingers through my hair
Moonlight beams off ocean waves
The shoreline holds me, as a mother, with care
And crescent light reveals its phase
Bubbles of busy salt tickle my toes
While my blonde lover sits beside me
The whispers of waves erase my woes
And my lover holds me tightly
Here we came, and in life we went
As bottled messages drifting apart
Slips of paper told, of our time well spent
By this beach, where our love did start
Bruised feet...walk alone
My prints fade with my heart into the night
I feel the cold caress to my bones
As the steely rays over the cumulus climb
My mind is silent and still
I bathe in the sorrows of life
For it was my soul all love did fill
That left only tears in my eyes
Palest face...stares into the oblivion
Greeted by a shapeless beast of the dark
The chill I feel, in the nightly wind
Caresses my weakened heart
Of every shadow, a drawing of my being
Within their corridors I hide
A chamber of solitude in their shape
In the dreaded day and silent night
Empty eyes...behold the ground
That covers a world arcane
A world of liberated lands abound
Who's soul is destined for that place
O solitude, what liberation I find in you
Haunting in the creaks where dead life lays
Buried under the frozen past
Beneath millennia of death and decay
O noblest taste of suffering
Too great to put into words
I'm drunk and bewildered
Spelling its mystery backwards