Most entomb themselves in the sod, but we shall join the Old Gods
To them I pledge society's rend, to create the great psychic bend
These fools shall resign so we may endure the promethean design
As whispers cause your head to spin, ever greater are our wins
You may now fall in line but soon you shall be mine
YOU ARE READING
The Ovidian Collection
Thơ caSome poems of mine, ranging in themes, style and talent. Cover is a Roman mosaic of Orpheus, who descended into Hades to rescue his love, Eurydice. title is a reference to the famed Roman Author of metamorphoses.
