Born in the sky, and destined to hold it
If you shrug or shift, you'll knock the whole world off orbit
You went to war but,
Defeated, absorb it,
And now your task,
Perform it,
Loathe it,
And now you must control it,
For the fates wrote it
Suppose it was different
You won, belligerent
Your cruel uncle, omnipotent
And yet you would have to remain vigilant
For his hunger is indiscriminate
Oh enduring one,
Have you no mercy son?
Your punishment is fitting for your affront
To him
The son
The one
Who lunged
From the belly of time
His fathers own design
Tore asunder his inside battle lines
O stoic one,
Have you no shame?
Your very name
Will be known for eternity
Your failed trickery
Of Heracles
Will be known for eternity
O loyal son, your wrongful deeds cannot be undone
And yet, you stand in the sun
Letting shine upon you the rays
Of gold and light
Your place and plight
Are not a delight
For no man could do
The task designed for you.
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Poems From A Past Future
PoetryThis is a book of my poems I have written and will write about various topics. Enjoy.
