The Colours of Mythology

Ambrosia awaits above the skies.

Zephyr the West Wind holds the key.

Under the stars but above terra firma

Roam the gods of old.

Eternally the blue sky permeates their souls.

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Born to destroy, born to demolish,

Released by Hades himself,

Ominous warriors arm themselves in gleaming metal.

Not fearful but frightful,

Zealously they defend their honor or amour.

Every glare is a piercing dagger.

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Careening waves crash against the battered shore.

Once more, the forgetful mortals

Remember the volatile god of the sea.

At last Neptune relaxes his furrowed brow,

Letting the tide recede into the ocean’s embrace.

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Dearly beloved child of spring,

And blessed mother of the harvest,

Need the winters be so drab in your absence?

Dark shadows encroach upon your safety;

Even now they stretch their tendrils,

Longing to extend the dreary winter.

Is human suffering not enough already?

Open your glistening eyes, see our need.

Next to our houses let your blossoms sprout.

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Enter this cave if you dare.

Bewitching dryads croon maddening songs,

Often driving men mad with their ululations.

Nefarious? No, but dangerously enchanting,

Youthful, fluttering dancers in the wind.

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Flurries of leaves swirl in eddies around the Plant.

Early in the morning, its branches glisten with magic.

Reaching its golden glow, you snap off a bough,

Now holding the key to the Underworld.

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Glory, honor, fame. Reputation, power, name.

On to battle, on to battle, the commanders spur.

Leaving behind wives and children to seek eternity.

Dashing helmets and whetted swords glow in the sun.

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Hounds and hares race in a circle

As humans place bets and cheer on the brutality.

Zeus peers down from Mount Olympus and smiles,

Egging on first one army and then another,

Listing his wagers with the other gods on a roll of papyrus.

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Illuminating the iron-grey clouds thundering across the sky,

Radiant rainbows paint glorious hues across the dark canvas.

In a flash appearing, in a flash dispersing,

Sensibly rewarding those wise enough to see and ponder.

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