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   Under Exalted heels no longer (Part I)

   Headquarters made of my palace,
   a citadel of our mortal malice
   First I silenced the short outcry
   of those opposing plans to defy
   With promises Hercules would die
   I bribed Atlas to let tilt the sky
   above where my castle does lie
   a testament to man’s invention
   A black bubble of secrecy erected
   to cloak the doings of my dissension
   My base of operations now protected
   
   Campaign started, with skyward glare
   Seeking details of their towering lair
   Probe my enemy sat in airy overlook
   Revolve round them with roving rook
   

   Intel sourced from beyond the seal
   Decoys hooked on boundary reel
   Harpies played their part when aired;
   I had Hermes tracked, then ensnared
   To Earth he’d crossed, mortally bare
   Godhood fading, fight now impaired,
   Delivering message, so unprepared
   The Godly son saw Men not scared
   Wings snapped, in a viscous trap
   Daedalean craft with brutal blow
   I’m sure no eyes had seen though,
   thunder wasn’t even heard to clap;
   Zeus oblivious to this wicked show
   
   The scout, now in my command
   gave up, with some ‘persuasion’
   maps of an oh so special land
   Allowed delusions of an evasion
   But others so sought his brand
   to punish his trickster freight
   and he sure had elusive gait
   So I did hold him in remand,
   anticipating his use as bait
   
   Charon’s obol mocked so loud
   Coffin pall worn as evening shroud
   That Stygian coin blast as shot
   If Hell is warm, my rage is hot!
   
   Before I knelt and bared my teeth
   Hades’ treaty proclaimed peace
   He had watched with eager eyes
   Kings of Olympus whom he despised
   Claiming he would not dare interfere
   Spies’ll claim to his role he’d adhere
   Providing angry nymphs slyly though
   and tactics and tricks he’d undergo
   As reward; Hermes’ head and helm
   So content I’ll let him keep his realm
   

   Rouse the gatekeeper, all the while
   lies and promises said with smile
   But Hercules saw through the ruse
   and fought us with warrior enthuse
   Undead, now weakened, pitiful
   left, by chance, in state near critical
   His defeat a herald of my advent
   Notched and fired, first arrow sent

   I’ll rend the Heavens from the Earth
   and such be given private berth;
   a limbo, a debasing hearth
   to cook the chains in mortal fire
   Unleash beasts no man could sire
   Molten, charred; no brittled zeal
   Freed and angry - now ideal
   Offer up holy virgins to defile
   Appease the bastards; wine and oil
   Lend their ears and fill with bile
   
   Now douse my Titans in hellfire wrath
   Such rugged veneer the imprisoned hath
   To convey their mission, direct this spear;
   ‘Whose hallowed land is cloud frontier?’
   
   Storied immortals will be made to kneel
   My Cerberus mutt since forced to heel
   A plan perfected beneath the keel
   amongst the vermin and the wheel
   In this underbelly with my forgotten,
   those Godly defectors ill-begotten
   And the best of men to be found
   armored in a meteor’s compound
   Minotaur horns adorn my crown
   All assembled, given task and deal
   and sharp and flame; ungodly steel
   Held enraged, awaiting dawn and fight
   Marching with a pacemaker sprite
   Crossing boundary to scale the height
   Each one of us Man’s vital knight
   A routemarch song did excite
   the mortal fire we’d long incite:
   “Your pompous and enslaving light
   to be smothered by free men’s right
   We’ll wage war on Heaven’s might!”
   

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   • Titans
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   • Greek myth
   • Narrative Poem

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