To the Old Gods : Zeabot & Alecto Poem by Teresita Blanco

To the Old Gods : Zeabot & Alecto

by Teresita Blanco 

Sing me a Song

Of war’s begotten son.

Come forth, Ares!

Bring forth thy rages.

As Apollo descends

Our hearts turn dead.

I am tired

Of having to transpire.

Of having to conspire.

Of the devil’s woe

Our greatest foe!

Sing me a song,

Alecto, my love.

Come and redeem

This rotten justice

That we long for.

Hurry, come forth

I wish to see

Our common foe

Whisper your name.

The first, the all,

Zeabot, for whom

The first son

Was offered.

Come, nameless God of Lore!

Cast them into the abyss;

At least for Today,

Justice will reign!!  

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