As far as a man can peer thro’ the mist,
Sitting on watch, looking over a wine dark sea,
So long is the stride of the god’s thundering horses
High upon the snow-clad slopes of Snowdon
Britannia gathers in her family,
Pacing by her husband, Gwydion,
Waits she to greet Neptune’s emissary;
Green Merman comes,
Darp’d in coral sharkskin,
The sounds of horns & drums… the meeting may begin.
Drowst Phoebus the scene illumes
As serious parlance cooks,
Zephyrs ruffle Ra’s ostrich plumes,
Her majesty nears the crux,
“Sense I this harbinger of dooms,
Some cancer fills the flux,
The testing time forespoken drawth near!”
Shouts St£rling, “Come the day, who shall fight here.”
The loyal company & true
Cries ready for the War,
Violet Vishnu skims skiey blue,
Ra sails for dusty shore
Neptune accomodates Dagon, the Lion roars it roar!
Four riders climb thro’ the bowels of DIS,
Steeds fording the flammable Phlegethon
& the dark, brown, dismal Stygian piss,
To cross the waters of the Acheron;
Three-headed, howling hound,
Over Lake Avernus, they stand on Midgard’s ground.
The air soon thick with snort & steam,
Oer the Red, White, Black & Pale,
The Moon took on a crimson gleam,
Bouncing on a fearsome gale,
Around the hoof what horrors stream
Pungent in noxious veil,
A thousand Civiallos & their sneer
Releas’d on Earth to furnish curse & fear.
Mars lifts his blade, strike splits the ground,
Lungs bellow martial roar,
Lor’lein sound startling the hounds
Pacing the Paynim shore,
Whom approach him & approaching yield the first sign of War.
At first it seems a cloud of far distance,
Choking the icy wastes of Cocytus,
The standards of the King of Hell advance,
Behold! the Grand Armee of Satanus;
Waving rough sword
In motions of his might,
Behind, a Daemon-horde, above, a Dragonsflight.
Odin’s counsel with proud limbs went
From the stallion Sleipnir
To his son & heir-lieutenant,
Swinging his hammer Mjolnir,
Toward the trembling Occident
Points Gungnir, the great spear,
Sol tentatively rising from the East,
Grew too afraid to light the royal feast.
On clinquant rays three saints descend,
George, Michael & Denys,
Jove’s holy blend, merged to defend
Blades sharpen’d for the battle, feather’d backs against the sea.
Death of Venus
‘Loki’ steer’d his steed in full freedom’s flight,
Oer Europa’s thickest forest thick ranges,
Landed upon the mountain of delight,
Lone grey, loon priest ranting of its dangers;
His limbs muscle
Their way thro’ that dark cave,
Down the long, moist tunnel on marmoreal wave.
To view a phantasie palace
Crowning vales of cupid’s art,
The temptres scent of loveliness
Legs slenderly held apart,
O! the vision of her cestus,
Temple’s resplendent heart-
What man could fight allurements of her charms?
What god could fight her soft, “Come to my arms!”
Plunged was a poison-tipp’d dagger
Thro’ Venus’ heaving breast,
By grey river the murderer
Lay her fair corpse arest
Hair willowing thro’ water, one breaks free from all the rest…
A Savage Affray
A Cockrelle leapt across the grassy plain,
Assisting fellows tussling with Odin,
Together Tyr & Toutatis lay slain
& all the world was echoing the din;
See… Saint Denys
Transform’d into a Hart,
Chased by great Beast-Boars three, hoof-pounding as they dart.
Now… to the scene of desp’rate fight
Enveloping Saint Michael,
Some foulish serpents poison bite,
The beautiful bladesman fell,
Down to the morass in full flight
Saint George would dive pell-mell;
Disappear’d into flailing tooth & claw,
Then burst up with his kinsman, soak’d in gore.
All in the midst of thick melee
The rampant Lion fought,
Driven slowly toward the sea,
,lbion’s precious moat,
Deep gouges in its surly loins, wylde Harpies at it’s throat.
Wide-eyed inside a nightmare’s aftershock,
The great God of War wakens in the rains,
Arms entermeddl’d, tied to craggy rock,
In desp’rate rage instraining at the chains;
“Why hold me here?”
Shouts echo cross the seas,
No rescuers appear, now dropping to his knees,
He fills the cosmos with despair,
From dawn til the drop of night,
At last the Dark Lord made aware
Of the War God’s awful plight,
So sends three harpies thro’ the air,
Craw-throated feral flight,
From whose sharp claws they drop a golden key,
What mass of slime now rises from the sea?
The key grabb’d by a tentacle,
Lord Mars has been releas’d,
Who stands grateful, & brands his skull
With numbers of the beast,
Him ready to do battle, Hell’s hegemony increas’d.
Satanus tried to set the sea on fire
& boil the flesh of Neptune from the bones,
Alas Saint George’s blade, Jove’s first flyer,
Safely whips the flames off with brisk cyclones;
Yet felt a bite,
Pure ichor gushing free,
He fought the Dragonsflight with terrible fury.
In raging snick-a-snack attack
Deus dripping from bright eyes,
Three dragon skulls split with a crack,
To the final beast he flies,
Slicing its wings from bony back,
One heart thrust & it dies,
This day of evil darkness pacified,
Groans of dismay erupting from shore-side.
The dauphin Lizard king,
Bred wrack’d with wrath, son of ‘Gorath,
Black bone where once was wing,
Sank deep with the dragonicide, its limp tail following.
A river courses thro’ Europa’s plain,
Carrying the golden strand of Venus,
On whose fibres rests a precious bloodstain,
Purveying very best of essences;
Wild water roars
To where Thetis makes play,
our hair enchanted pours into a crescent bay.
A Merman scouts the outer seas,
Espies a willowing thread,
Escorts it thro’ the coral trees
To where old Dagon rested,
Who now plants it on snoring wheeze
Of Neptune bare chested,
Locking the lock in lucid, airy dome,
Which blows it spinning thro’ the underfoam.
Hairs land inside an oyster shell,
Jaws quiver as they close,
Ambrosial mother of pearl,
As soft as spring time snows,
Hushing real magic as the lock into a wylde rose grows
Stand of Pyerun
As weather gleams golden & glorious,
Ever eastward, bespoiling countryside,
Steam the banded legions of Satanus,
Half-a-league in the van four horseman ride;
Hooves grind to halt
Before a vast prospect,
Lit by a thunderbolt, by enemy bespeck’d.
The hordes of Hades charg’d & fought,
A spirit army scatter’d,
As Pyerun conjures fireflaught
So many helms are shatter’d,
As armours caught a fireslaught
Down they gorgesides clatter’d…
Attackers halted as on either side
Stormcraft repels the Stygianic tide?
Great daemons yet surround Pyerun
To deal the killer blow,
Stepping upon a field frozen,
The lake seems solid snow…
‘Til Ice-King’s yell cracks ice; Hell’s shriekings drowning dragg’d below.