The Oracle

A Midas touch will fade to dust

All heroes turn to sand

For nothing means a thing

Without a price tag on a man

So River Styx becomes my flow

And Tartarus my tone

I fly my pride like Icarus

Then fall from grace alone

Into Aegeans inundated

By a flood of trepidations

Odysseys to spread my spark's

Promethean creations

Aphrodite unrequited

In soliloquies of rain

In an Amazon catharsis

I dance naked in the pain

Of the Erebus within me

As my Gaia tears convey

The retribution of Olympus

Couldn't keep my muse at bay

For in these hands of fate

All forms of living art display

Cassandra's eyes clairvoyant

To foresee a brighter day

When all will share divinity

Yet none need bow and pray

For all will feel my master peace

From half a world away