I am no Pan, but follow me into the woods
just this once. I will protect you.
Death of the Last Satyr
Death comes for everyone, as a messenger hades prepares every day.
Decided for the soul he waits well awared, waits the hour for his prey.
Hades the god of death, all time is in his power and none living soul escapes its due.
It is well said that all living and the unliving bend on before his throne,
even the must majestic and wise of them all, the satyr.
Hades sees no virtue, even youth, beauty and kindness plead in vain,
For once someone sees the light, he orders the eyes to shutdown.
The last satyr of them all, more than one hundred years old,
Saw on his eyes the road still to be walked.
When Hades finally arrived to pick his soul up,
He too suddenly sent him off.
But the messenger of death has made his mind up,
And with one unseen blow he was prepared to make the satyr his own.
The satyr, the most majestic and wise living thing in all of Greece, realized Hades plan.
“Postpone my death oh Master Hades,” the satyr prayed.
“I am the last of my species and as old as I am, I can still dance and amuse them all.”
The satyr cried, “Think of all the wisdom I can still leave behind,“
On his knees he now begged, “Forget about Zeus, Poseidon and the cruel Olympians,”
My teaching will leave nothing behind, but praises for the master of the underworld.
“Old Satyr,” said Hades, “despite all of your intellect you are blind;
This should be no surprise, more than one hundred springs you have danced.”
The satyr grabbed his robes and cried, “there is still so much I need to do.”
To which Hades replied, “Tell me, am I not the most benevolent of them all,
how many satyrs more is there for you to dance?”
To finish it all, the Master of Death, exclaimed
“I have been observing you for a while,
it is true you have many quests to still embark on, but ala, if you have not done them by now
you probably will never start on those tasks.”
As soon as the satyr realized how good Hades argued his side,
The old satyr accepted Hades stand, and on to the river Styx he set his path.
Observing this, the master of death thought to himself,
From all the millennia and should I have picked up never in my life have I seen such sorrow.
Many years this old goat-maned creature has lived,
And Ive never seen so many paths still to be walked.
Oh trickster come down here
Climb from your high tree
Play your pranks tonight
Then run away with me
Oh trickster my great schemer
Why don't you torment me?
I want to feel alive
Come down and play with me
Oh trickster
Oh trickster
You will be the death of me
Oh trickster my childish dream
We lost our innocence
And I can't feel a thing
Why won't you mess with me?
Oh trickster help me feel
Bring me your chaotic dreams
Order will be the failure of man
Why can't you save me?
Oh trickster
Oh trickster
You will be the death of me
Oh trickster you’re too late
My life can't be yours to take
Up in my lonely high tree
I shall be the death of me
Oh trickster
Oh trickster
I will be the death of you
Land so lost,
that land so broken
When gazed upon
mother earth sprouted there,
the opposite of Sir knowingly and wise
what brought such demise,
it seems fractured
not bombarded.
by DaddyO
I am now a man, a mere mortal
Studying sacred text from this electronic portal
Assessing the damage done to my broken idol
When every move she used to make was a recital
Choreographed for me; I realize now
I must have worshiped her upside down
For what was recognized previously as a frown
To her might be a smile
I want the trust returned to me,
But like an avalanche of uncertainty
My fears and insecurities
Cascade with her mythology
So she returns to the arena without me
And takes her bow without me
And curtseys cute without me
The lights go down
The curtain is drawn
Our audience leaves
There is no applause
But when we die
We become constellations in the sky
I get on one knee
for
Persephone
and plant a seed
of
corn squash & bean
“marry me
Spring and Autumn;
be mine
and I’m
forever yours,”
Mankind
just stop for a moment
and picture a place and time
way, way back there in the past
when greek and roman mythology
both reigned supreme
back when the world was still quite young
with lots of forests and woodlands
and covered over with pretty shades of green
then one special day
god reached down to earth
and came upon a young boy
who was really just half grown
happily swimming in the ocean
with a dolphin
long before the fear of humans
had ever been sown
anyways he was out there at sea
although he was all by himself
he was protected and safe
there with the dolphins
and somehow still very close to home
long before anyone had ever thought
to even giving him a name
or carve his statute in stone
for right now at least ---
he was still a young boy
happily swimming in the ocean
but really all alone
now think back to a time
long before people hungered
for the emptiness of fortune and fame
long before anyone had ever thought
to give the boy a name
but on that special day
god spoke and said
look ---
I know you’re just a young boy
swimming out here in the ocean
and having lots of fun
way out here at the sea
under a bright and warm summer sun
but if you didn’t act so dumb
and sometimes kind of stupid
you could almost be another angel
or even another cupid
because cupid would fly around
just all over the place
and touch each person’s heart
among every creed and race
the boy listened – but couldn’t speak
was this really god ?
and was he really this near ?
and was he really this close ?
the boy was totally stunned now
and overcome with anguish and fear
then god was gone
and the boy was alone again
with just his troubled thoughts
and mixed up hopes and dreams
and maybe even some silent
confused and muddled screams
but he thought to himself
over and over again in his mind
for at least a thousand times
( and you might as well know it right now !!! )
he was still looking for more proof
or at least a few more signs
anyways he thought to himself
those things that cupid spoke of
whether they’re real or not
or whether they came down from heaven
or from some distant galaxy
way way out there in outer-space
or were they just from
some crazy person’s wild imagination
whatever creed – whatever race
because --- if they really do make people happy
really, really happy
( for he too was kind of like cupid )
( sometimes kind of – sort of a little stupid )
for he simply couldn’t figure out
or understand why
if those things that cupid spoke of
if they make people – really, really happy
THEN WHY ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH ----???
DO THEY ALSO MAKE PEOPLE CRY ----???
Mortal so he comes,
Be it not for his immortal crowned head,
Thorned upon the throes of man and beast.
His eyes fall upon the soul of Hadies world,
Formed against decapitated ring heads.
Maybe his past soul fell among the rubble of distant times,
Punished by Zeus to see all gaze into his octopian eyes.
Every man fears his stare,
poisoned among those iris hollowed strong,
Like the holes of Christian feet,
Bleeding for eternity among the sin
Of what once was.