the damned

[constantine]

Deny the gods -
But not their attributes,
For these are eternal
And can reach across the millennia
With an impact, so profoundly ironic
As to reveal, not only a divine presence,
But our own flickering mortality.

Like death, you can't avoid them
Though you run - desperately
For a thousand years,
Just as the Theban
Who chases his fate,
As others offer tribute
To the Scylla and Charybdis
Of hand to mouth -
No more, no less will do.

And the horror of his innocence
Exposed the gods themselves,
Perpetrators of what no man deserves,
But inherits still - the largess,
Buried precisely at the spot
Where character surely will propel him -
The ambush, patiently waiting,
At the crossroads of the damned.

[westcoast]

innate intelligence. a great read here.

~westie

[Lightning Rod]

I have been admiring your work, constantine
it is well crafted and provokes thought
what more could you ask?

[constantine]

thanks westie; you look good in yellow and red. thanks lightning, i've admired your poetry and music as well.