An ode of ages by men of sight and sound,
'wrote lofty songs'
Homer's lyrical muse gave him visions
from Trojan wars to the Cosmic Flower
of the fair haired Earth Goddess and her power.
Chronicling all their Love among the ruins
'always breaks down'
She walked in green garments flowing,
Dimeter's eyes which look adamantine,
Blessing the fertile ground with feast or famine.
The dying and reviving Daughter Kore,
'into the underworld'
Like dew upon the land of milk and honey,
Her perpetual Spring and moistened ground,
In Earth embowered, assailed, she can't be found.
A wretched Mother wailing her loss,
'oh, rise up Persophene'
The land infertile she wanders, stray
She cannot see with tear blinded sight
and man and beast are condemned to eternal night.
O' Fortuna lost, in Hades she is gone,
'chthonic lust caverna'
Little men are seemly done, waste away
By rape of Love and greater loathe of mystery
They repeat their sin, beguiled, throughout history.
Eternal Spring, O' well of rapture
'rise up, rise up'
Your time has come to melt the ice
Formed round your core with lusty hate
'tis the season to rise up, rise up, do not hesitate.
Verdant Spring now comes and goes,
'the Muse of verse'
by Nature we are bound in blood; mud!
She only to our fertile ground will come,
When the cruel time of mans dark season is done.
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