Merkin Posted February 25, 2013 Report Share Posted February 25, 2013 I offer this poem in homage to Mihangel's magnificent tale "Those Old Gods," which I first read years ago and have visited regularly ever since. Maponus by Merkin The old god saw our hearts' desire: our love, or lust, or art, or dire deeds done; all known. We had his nod when we believed, and showed the god our noble aim. Our only thought, the honesty of love. We sought to venerate, and hoped to gain his approval and acclaim. But we forgot. An aeon's toll has taken our knowledge of his ways. We live forsaken. We are no more protected: we've left our heritage, and thus bereft we may no longer call for aid-- until such time as can be paid an offering where love abounds, and two united should be found whose lips and hearts resound above the name Maponus, god of love. The sacrifice, though scant, is quite sublime. Required, but a splash of lovers' wine. Link to comment
Chris James Posted February 25, 2013 Report Share Posted February 25, 2013 Wonderful, Merkin...it sounds as if you know the gods quite well. Old drinking buddies, are you? Link to comment
Lugnutz Posted February 25, 2013 Report Share Posted February 25, 2013 Are you saying Merkin is old? Just because he rode the short bus with Moses doesn't make him old. Link to comment
bi_janus Posted February 25, 2013 Report Share Posted February 25, 2013 Very nicely done, James. I wish a splash would do the trick. Link to comment
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