blank pantheon

we are as they:
sisyphus, tantalus and atlas conjoined;
or samson with his eyes put out
and no-one able to guide.

olympus and hades are only quarters
of the city in the autumn stars
(or perhaps unknown kadath);
but prevarication hems our horizon, and
self-assurance locks the gate to the mittelmarch.

hear fate and free will as alchemy:
we seek philosopher’s stones;
the three weird sisters always look on,
sometimes aiding and others abating
the multifarious transmutations
between our leaden and golden dawns.

we are as they:
no more or less corporeal,
or worthy of disdain or praise.
soon enough we too will answer
the valkyrie or cherubim’s hail
and our mightiest deeds will age.

as we wither or swell in memory
so, too, the blank pantheon will wax or wane
and some future dreamer will wonder
how many jesuses, buddhas and mohammeds were lost
because the rememberers, at length, forgot

Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

Very awsome. A Mesh of faith. I am not sure you believe or not, but it was colorful anyway. I am Pagan myself, but I have a very adaptive belief in worshiping the direct aspects of what is around me, I tend to use Latin or Summerian names :)

Agian, I really like this one, good work and thanks for sharing.