They stand together, their children around, their watchers and spirits, their stories untold.
He is disgusted, he has watched for too long. He has seen the things he did, many many times over, as the humans faltered,
And fell to the book.
The thunderbolts, the eagles, the bull and the Oaks.
Justice taken, as he couldn’t view himself, law given, to his daughter the owl.
The goddess of marriage, childbirth, and family, who stepped up to join,
The goddess of love, as the world needs more than just one.
Scepter and throne, lion and panther, cuckoo and cows, now she has the scepter, but not the throne.
Diadem the feather, the woman of the grey,
Who saw some colours, and showed to say:
There’s no king now.
There are no queens.
There is something inbetween,
Democracy.
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