Saturday, August 6, 2011

Beneath the waves

No sacrifice would he receive
He would accept no offerings
Of animals or blood
Poseidon required something
Beyond that
Not songs to sing
Not food
Not children offered
Before the floods
Nor treasures
But rather
A bride
To bear his ring

Beneath the waves
Poseidon reigned
His temper foul
His lust great

With but a thought
His trident would strike
Without guile he reigned
For his way was right

How many died
When his anger raged
How many fell before him
In abject prayer
Father of the blue
Father of the waters
Beneath every horizon
Father of the oceans
Where life began