Elucidating Questions

The wisdom of the knowledge that while war, strategy, and creation by the hands are as humans are.

She sees them, she aids them, she guides them.

Another who saw, that this war is wrong.

The owl, the offerer of peace, the olive branch.

The armour to protect.

The man with the hourglass, the Sandman who counts the grains.

The one who will never be forgotten, even as his consort is.

Watching with lonely eyes, anger for disregard.

Pluto with the scales, measuring. She loves every moment, she watches so kind.

Holds the hand of her lover, and the hand of Justice too.

The scales and the clock, the sand and the beginning and the end.

Holder of keys, passer of forgiveness.

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.