Poems

One Score and Twelve

One score and twelve since the gods plucked me from my shelf
Poseidon mocks the waves that break upon my boat
Charon covets the coin yet buried in my throat

Thought and Memory wing words of my deeds
To the Father of War and Poetry
Morpheus kindly cloaks me in his dreams
Loki howls and drinks my blood while I sleep

Christ inspires loving noble sacrifice
Hermod spurs Sleipnir into endless night
Diana draws her bow under moonlight
Brynhild sleeps beyond the curtain of fire

Aphrodite oft casts her shadow on the veil
As my pantheon is and is not but a tale
One score and twelve and these gods save me from myself.