The End, a New Mythos
c. 2010 Olan L. Smith
Sweet Isis, I love your embrace.
You move me beyond belief.
You raised Osiris from death to life and
Your cousin Athena retrieved me from the doors of Hades,
Where Persephone and he await my arrival,
But their thirst will not be satisfied.
Hephaestus, brother, I honor your handiwork.
Your armor guards me all around.
And Diakosmos your dance pacifies my confusion;
It gives me structure and framework
By which I finally collect my judgment.
Athena, you are my matching element.
Partners both in flesh and valor
And I hold you highest above all others.
I await your return for another.
Interlude to command time and space
Ousting all pretenders,
Reestablishing our rightful place;
We are King and Queen of everything.
Zeus flung me down from creation
And suffered me to live, die, and be renewed
Perpetually existing on this miserable orb;
He shackled me until my reprieve is complete.
You, dear Athena, worked unceasingly.
To fetch me with my rationale intact,
So I might remember me before I erred.
Though my sin is immense,
Alas, hearing your unending prayer, Athena,
Father Zeus relented
And I, Wisdom's compatriot,
Return to her side.
Zeus, you usurped kingship.
Then allowed Gaia to swallow me.
She felt remorseful of my plight.
And created human shells.
With purpose, my spirit dwells
In earthen vessels
That I may be preserved,
Though the knowledge of me
Is neither in any place nor state.
