Posts tagged "Greek myth"
  1. Notes: 23 / 2 years 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

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  2. Notes: 24 / 2 years ago 

    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

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