1. Notes: 23 / 1 year ago 

   Under Exalted heels no longer (Prologue)

   A king known as roughshod
   over all the human race;
   ‘My liege, you are a God.’
   says a woman still of chaste
   I do naught but slap her face
   without a moment’s haste
   I reason “In my kingdom,
   treason is that word,
   for it will have no place”
   
   Domineering for a purpose;
   to free a world of slaves
   who’d otherwise usurp us
   with tribute paid to knaves
   who claim a measly pittance
   must be the just remittance
   to those beyond our graves
   
   One night I sat with crown askew
   a feast had ended, leaving me alone,
   dastardly drunk on my golden throne
   Out a window I spied stars in view
   Wondering of their czars though too
   Who presides over such majesty?
   To horde it is surely a travesty!
   A painter must not covet their work
   enriching lives they’d thus have shirked

   Why should I not be him?
   Why should stars so dim
   be all the sky assigned to me?
   Wardens now so absentee!
   No-one’d contest my ploy
   Men’s assembly to destroy
   chains of faith used to toy
   with our lives, to point of cloy
   A Trojan horse not seen since Troy
   
   Earth is good and sea is grand
   but celestial pastures so expand
   far beyond the eye can see
   and annexed for my territory
   I would earn undying fame
   Cenotaph in Gods’ domain
   A legacy of hero’s acclaim
   In Valhalla a vanguard’s place

   No army of men may forge this fate
   Too weak and small, not strong with hate
   I’ll conscript ranks in fabled legendry
   Armies sourced from mortal treachery,
   whom firstly will wipe out the oblate
   then assemble to cross Heaven’s strait

   The morning after, sun rising, I did awake
   amongst other things, my head did ache
   the dawn held a stupor’s daze
   from all the grog since imbibed
   but set about a clarity’s haze
   A night of thoughts transcribed
   One notion had survived my sleep
   an instinct awoken from the deep
   That I would not be circumscribed
   the Gods themselves I’d surprise
   by shaking off this mortal guise
   Ascend to meet them eye-to-eye
   as the champion of all my kind
   For divinity I will, must, redefine
   And show all that Gods can fall
   
   I would start my righteous campaign
   against the makers not yet arraigned
   To claim the heavens for man on land
   To place our hand beyond arm’s just span

   • Tagged:
   • Epic
   • Poetry
   • Writing
   • Titans
   • Gods
   • Greek Myth
   • Narrative Poem

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