What supple tales do you tell,
O' bard, from yonder lands within,
A song of power the bard replies, a song of magic and rebirth, of old gods and mighty creatures, that tear furrows through the realms,
Of a young godling lass,
That shall make the
creators three, bend the knee,
Of her three faces, I have beheld but one, and of her five beasts, I've looked upon the fifth
I've felt the rage within her soul,
It shall scald the earth, no one is safe, not the immortals upon their seats of power, nor the craven mortal creatures under Ouranos , hiding in their bags of bone and flesh,
Not even the creators,
In their realm they cower,
What then shall rend us free?
My song perhaps?
Of this you must believe,
Listen to the sweet notes,
And let them offer reprieve.
YOU ARE READING
Song Of The Muses.
PoetryErato, ancient keeper of the golden arts . Whisper tales from eons lost. Remind us mortals of stories lost throughout the ages ,remembered only by you,the muses.
