𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥

mortal reformation

mortal reformation // narrative poem

sipping wine from golden goblets, they danced and sang

to the suffering of the mortals below them

they conformed to no rules and stayed oblivious

to the ill lives to which they were imperious

selfish and greedy, they always did what they pleased

since the very beginning, mortals have perceived

and endured their remiss acts of selfish desire

the gods raped the mortal men's fair wives and daughters

impetuously murdered good men and children

and tortured heroes endlessly in hellish pain

they were disparaged, mocked, and treated like playthings

but it was in that scorching, flaming day of May,

where, fuming with anger, the mortals break away

"desecrate the temples!" they scream and shout bravely.

filled with vengeance, angry shouts echo in white halls

"burn their portraits!" they scream and shout bravely.

their painted beauty melts, revealing wickedness

"halt the offerings!" they scream and shout bravely.

animals for sacrifice run through fecund hills

"destroy their statues!" they scream and shout bravely.

chips of marble, gold, and silver lie in the streets

"end this abuse!" they scream and shout bravely.

the mortals' hatred roars through the corners of earth

after this vengeful war, the world will be reborn

for all those deplorable gods have turned powerless

feeble and afraid, they shiver in cowardice

their command, status, riches, and powers are gone

pride withdrawn, the olympians tremble and quail

for their powers to surface, they needed worship

and praise from the rebel mortals that set them ablaze