Building The World XXX

Of the worst of the worst
In which I’m well versed
Of no good at all
And how heroes do fall
Of the bad that they do
The lives they eschew
Of the pain that they bring
On which many do sing
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For you version I simply haven’t the time
Though I know you well could this tell
Their egos I wish to quell
And to show how imperfect they are
No ill deed will I now bar
And while ‘tis true that you do know each one
Destroying their image is my kind of fun

They’ll Have to Wait, Those With Great Fate

Then the age of heroes’ did rise
The one that so many do prize

For ‘twas then that the best did live
Those to whom most honour you give

And they all, each man, one way or another
Call Deucalion father and Pyrrha their mother

For from those two did the great men descend
Those ‘pon whom so many depend

For much good these men did do
Many great deeds did they see through

Ah, the tales that do from them bloom
So much of myth do they consume

But which to sing here at the start
From which one, first, shall we take heart

Perhaps the madness of great Heracles
That story which does well Hera please

Megara, his wife, as well as their sons
Oh the horror that does to them come

For Hera did hate him, despite all our need,
For Alcmene, my libido, had freed

So sickened soul she did with him afflict
And great pain he did then inflict

His sons he cooked in foul sacrifice
And the fate of his wife wasn’t any more nice

For when killed he bled her out slow
And with her blood libations did flow

But when to himself my son did return
He cared only ‘bout the pollution he’d earned

He cared not that his beloved was lost
But only what for him it would cost

Wait – this is no tale of a good and great deed
But Justice showing she doesn’t men lead

For even he, the hero that’s best
Can easily fail a just moral test

Though he lacked over what he’d become
No remorse had he for what he had done

And this tale’s the type I wished not to tell
I hoped for one to make the heart swell

So let’s now, instead, move onto another
And see how Cartridge did never recover

For Aeneas, so loved by that empire great,
Did terrible things in pursuit of his fate

And in that city he stayed for a while
As Dido, the Queen, he could always make smile

As for quite a long while she’d been all on her own
For political purpose she’d not take men to her home

She couldn’t upset the balance of power
But her love of Aeneas was fine to let flower

For while it proved her reasons untrue
The delicate balance it wouldn’t undo

But he for his destiny continued to quest
So he left her to the fury of all of the rest

And when she went up – confronted that man
He said no true joining did ever he plan

For though of marriage he went through each motion
He, in his heart, had no such devotion

He did not care that her peace he destroyed
He simply cared that himself he enjoyed

Thus her last choice was to herself kill
But not even then did he care still

But once more – alas! – I fail at my task
For ‘tis in glory that I wanted to bask

I wished to sing of all of their good
To make sure their greatness was full understood

So now I’ll sing of the start of the best
The first of the house of that wonderful quest

Tantalos, in fact another son of my own,
Once did welcome us into his home

I, my brothers, all us were there
And for each of us he’d laid out a chair

Out before us he spread a great feast
One like Lycaon’s, that least holy beast

For he’d slaughtered Pelops his one only son
And that meal is what did of him come

This transgression, it was simply too much
His parentage, this time could not be a crutch

So we chose to place him in Tartaros low
And to punish let his hunger fester and grow

For grapes in perpetua hung over his head
There just to increase his longing and dread

For when he tries on them to feed
Away, always, do they recede

And if from the river he does try to drink
From him it will consistently shrink

Wait – stop – to the bad I did turn
And these tales aren’t for what I do yearn

But that one, the last that I told
Only one way did it have to unfold

That makes me think that ‘tis what I should tell
As it seems I continue to on sadness dwell

Oh for those heroes do all seem the same
They ignore how for others they cause untold pain

So let us leave them – examine one other’s life
And see how a hero did fill it with strife

Building The World XXVIIII

Of the bastard’s own son
From whom men do come
Of his cousin pure
Where come women, for sure
Of that rival of mine
Who does me undermine
Of how heros did start
From whom many take heart
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
While this tale I don’t want to tell
‘Tis better than what I fear you would sell
For once again he got his own way
For once again he ruined my day
So shall I try, while singing my best,
To say how came the age that’s most blest

Prometheus Would Not Let Me See Through This

Anger – entrapped – the truth I can’t hide
Help was required, no matter my pride

So swift was not the destruction of man
As with others I needed to plan

For my goal of extinction one did not care
Though he was not of my council – he’ll never be there

‘Twas Prometheus who did thusly object
‘Twas he who wished to humans protect

Knowing that him I would choose not to hear
He sought to protect those he held dear

So even bound his scheming persisted
And the help of Dream his planning insisted

Thus in sleep, he to her spoke
He hurriedly hurried before he awoke

“Oh beautiful Dream who does in minds dwell
What that’s new to you can I possibly tell?

“To anyone are you free to roam
No one place must you call home

“But wait – Zeus plans to humanity kill
Then you’ll be trapped, then you’ll be still

“If only we could somebody keep
But what can I do? I am helpless and weak”

Before he continued she let out a scoff
And speaking did cut him right off

“That you think me this dumb, it does frankly apall
You have a plan, why else would you call

“Of me just say what you need
Clearly I’ll help, you don’t have to plead”

He smiled then at the ease of this task
But in his success there was no time to bask

“To Deucalion, my son, you now need to go
There’s something to him that you do have to show

“For I know you can leave knowledge in mind
And for a raft, in mine, plans you can find

“As to destroy all the people that be
I’m sure that Zeus will raise up the sea

“Thus that boat can save he and his wife
And then we can show them the way to make life”

Understanding his plans she gave a quick nod
It seemed it would work – it didn’t seem flawed

So off and away Dream did then fly
And once more, alone, Prometheus did lie

But she did do what she’d been told
She followed the plans, of Prometheus, bold

To Deucalion she appeared whilst in his bed
And left some ideas deep in his head

Thus, when he awoke he knew of my plan
He knew what to build to do what he can

So he together with Pyrrha, his love
Protected themselves from all us above

And though the craft was not much to behold
It’s design was perfect, it would no water hold

Only Hephaestus could have thought of one better
Then the betraying bastard who thought himself clever

So when the seas I started to swell
His plot Prometheus knew would go well

At last, that pair, they climbed into their boat
And above my wrath they started to float

But as the wind and water pushed forth and back
Their courage did fail, hope did they lack

But soon, by chance, to the north they did drift
Where was a sight that their spirits did lift

The twin peaks of Parnassus rose up in the air
Nothing could be any more fair

Luck did then allow them to ground
While thunder all ‘round did crack and resound

So when at last they got a good chance to rest
More knowledge, Dream, did in them invest

The secret, the blessing, to of humans make more
Into their minds did she then bore

So in the morning when did the waters recede
Those two did a new people seed

For they followed his method perfected before
‘Twas easy – ‘twas in no way a chore

Man from Earth Prometheus had made
So the same of his son then he had bade

He mixed his blood with mud from the ground
And was shocked at what he then found

Arose from the muck many new men
Many new cousins did he have then

Pyrrha then followed, doing the same
But from her ‘twas women that came

And as I made sure that all them did die
Them on the mountain then I did spy

Ready for murder I raised up my arm
But when I saw who it was I couldn’t them harm

For Deucalion, that right bastard’s son
He’d warned me of Lycaon – he was that one

He was righteous and honourable true
To kill him – it just wouldn’t do

So I decided, for then, to leave them alone
So, together, they could build a new home


Building the World XXVIII

Of a mad cruel king
Who did pain to all bring
Of a crafty disguise
On which they had been advised
Of an offering sour
To test a god’s power
Of a man most sadistic
Driven into the thicket
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
As the end of these men I did bring
Their final fate, I shall sing
After all, you were not there
For you they did not care
So listen now as I do recall
How did come man’s penultimate fall

They Sang no Songs, These Men of Bronze

There was a time before of greater despair
When in men’s souls nothing was fair

I many stories of horror had heard
But their full extent seemed truly absurd

The tales that they told I could scarcely believe
But they had no reason, no cause to deceive

Thus I decided to test them myself
To see if they cared just for violence and wealth

Apollo I told to let them divine
That a god would appear – to give a clear sign

But if I came plane, if I came true
No one would act as they normally do

No, I did need look unassuming
So my stature they could not be presuming

And while it’s easy to change my own form
Me, my wife, I did ask to inform

For she, more than all of the rest,
‘Round humans can hide herself best

Her godly glamour she’d dissemble well
Who she was, even I couldn’t tell

While Alcmene and I, our past give her pause
Still could she see that ‘twas a good cause

So she passed this skill unto me
And free was I to anything be

Thus once my message Apollo had sent
I went to see if Virtue truly was spent

Down to Earth did I descend
To Arcadia did my way wend

As a common worker I did myself show
And to the citadel I then tried to go

All those around gave no second look
Me for a mortal they clearly mistook

But before I got to the massive wall’s door
A man warned me what might be in store

“Do not go” he hurriedly said
“Or I fear you soon will be dead

“The birds have said that a god will appear
But for the King this is not near enough clear

“Many strangers have arrived as of late
And all have walked through Lycaon’s gate

“He, I fear, has conjured some test
To see if they’re they or just one of the rest

“Of them none have yet to return
So my advice please do not spurn”

Thinking his words seemed to be true
I knew that my task I did need to see through

But as Fear did his heart squeeze
I spoke in order to put him at ease

“Do not worry, I’ve no cause for alarm
I am sure that he not can me harm”

From his eyes I could see it was clear
He knew the god finally was here

So I went back to that great wooden wall
And with a booming voice, inside I did call

Before me, then, the door did open
Soon I’d see if their souls were broken

To me the king did himself come
He as well as his fifty odd sons

“Welcome!” he said with a genuine smile
“We’ve not had a guest in quite a long while”

Thus his first words were truly a lie
But ‘twas unclear what his face did belie

“Come, let us together feast
Recently we caught a great wild beast”

He led me to his table, ‘twas made of oak
And, when we were seated, once more he spoke

“Before we eat we’ll honour the gods
So with them we’ll not be at odds”

Onto a fire they put bones wreathed in fat
Which burned, blackened, and cracked

Then they brought some fine roasted meat
But I saw through their twisted deceit

I dropped my disguise, bellowed, flipped the table
You intended to trick did you think you’d be able?

I know this is human, your very last guest
Did you think once found that I’d be impressed?

You’ve killed them all whom to you came
But who, for the first, was the one you have slain?

Like a beast in the corner he did cower and shiver
But the truth, to me, he did then deliver

“He was a hostage,” he said “one from Epirus
Revenge did not worry, I thought they would fear us”

Not only!” I yelled “did you kill all your guests!
But you slaughtered a hostage for your very first test?

You and your kin I can not forgive
None of you sons shall I allow now to live

I raised up my arm and my lightning I cast
None survived that electrified blast

But Lycaon, him, did not then kill
For punishment, he was needing more still

His features twisted, his mind it was torn
As I blighted him with an animal form

For as I said his smile was real
But ‘twas not for truth but for what he did feel

He loved what he did – he loved what he’d done
For him causing pain was all sorts of fun

So I left him that smile – oh so sincere
And gave him a body all men do fear

A hulking grey wolf I did then him make
In trade for the lives that he did take

But still not enough – he deserved more than the worst
Any pups he sired as well would be cursed

Though in that body he would remain
They would receive a dissimilar pain

For most of the time they would as humans be
Only the moon, full, would set their wolf free

But my flaming ire could not be subsumed
It, then me, wholly consumed

“By Styx” I swore “I still can’t this stand
I’ll wash away this impious land”

So I, all wrapped within rage,
Did then declare the end of an age