Elucidating Questions

The sky, the shower of the stars and the sun and the moon.

Holder of the atmosphere, the clouds.

Container, shield of the earth. The window to the cosmos.

Dreaming of the day he can touch the ocean, as he watches her and the earth.

A sense of humour, and a lonely far away touch.

This mercreature, who sings for him, who came on land despite the call for something else.

Someday, somebody to love.

Quakes shared between, the earth and the ocean, the sea, the storms, the horses.

The kind one who is the face of a beautiful nymph, the goddess of the sea, who gently caresses.

The trident, the fish, the dolphins.

The one who calls storms, the father of the sea, the woman who came before him,

And sits beside.

After all, Hades and Persephone, Izanami and Izanagi,

Their Reapers who swing, the singers of heaven, their children so many,

Watching and whispering,

Live.

So they can stop running,

Billions of people, people kill each other but, it’s wrong.

The symbols are left behind as the gods of death and the underworld, join together,

To create something beautiful.

The faceless man, who is the kindest guardian.

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.

As the crows fly and the plaque is adhered, the music grows and the song blows up.

A hurdle is crossed, though not jumped, the wolf finds calm, peace, understanding.

I wish the drinking would stop. Perhaps a song will be written, words torn through the pages.

The vines tear away, the winds blowing gentle.

A fight, between two who were forgotten.

Justice watches the fifty, a pin is dropped.

As the song hits like a lightning bolt, the ocean sings it, the sky screams it.

Time watches.

It begins.

Justice takes the second seat of Mars, as war for war’s sake even grew to concern the man who watched it.

A fight is not honourable, when you the combat is not man on man.

Justice of blue, Ares of red.

Sword, sheild, spear,

Armour, chariot and boar.

Dog and vulture.

The dangerous force, the one who enjoys the fight,

When it’s on the battlefield where the time is right.

Thousands of years watching, as the art of war died,

And my good friend, who could keep him alive.

Calm and yet nervous, collector of stones, the one who passes, those to the scales,

Connector of time,

To the battlefield.