The Day Of The Gods

Gods Walk Among Us

The ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond and jade,
Sit silently on their temple shelves
While the people
Are afraid.
Yet the ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond-jade,
Are only silly puppet gods
That the people themselves
Have made.

The great bard Langston Hughes once wrote that- and I am here to tell you that he was wrong! We did not create them, nor are they silly puppets! I compose the following in awe of the sights I have seen! A King is dead, struck by a bolt of lightning from on High. I have heard three Gods declare the next King of Bizantium, and a Dwarf at that! I saw 2 Gods and a Goddess, each from a different pantheon; the seductive Bast, recently rejoining member of the Church of Light and Dark, oozing sexuality in her half-feline, half-human form. Then there was the awe-inspiring dragon God Kym-nark-mar, golden beauty and power, of good Dragonwright. Towering over even the Dragon was the god of the North, Algor, almost touching the sky itself. I will try to explain in prose.

The Day of the Gods by Terramore Gleba
[Dedicated to CrIsis]

Velvet soft the sun glowed
Over the untrodden abode,
Through the giant stones of marble
Where its ray fell a true marvel
Lighting up the shimmering veil
CrIsis arrives with a grail.
A King chooses not to hide
Crime of bribery- he died.
Earth, that trembled with delight
At the showing of Gods’ might.

He had imprisoned a relation
Thinking glory to his nation
Mutterings to the Gods averse
Mad with many a mocking curse.

CrIsis, servants of the gods,
Bearing ribs against all odds
Agreed for their part
Being of good heart
To the King’s plan
Knowing not the Gods’ ban
Those that tread sacred sands
Upon the Lawgiver’s lands
Do so with a sacred trust
They must be good and just.
The jailed dwarf on the throne
Made of ancient Bizantium stone
Says to all- Tell no lie!
Or be judged on high.

Composed by Terramore Gleba. The first poem is stolen from the great Langston Hughes and I twisted the second poem from Aleister Crowley.

Picture from XeonMagma.

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