The Gods
Of the far-shooting huntress I shall sing; my song now tells again of the virgin maiden; twin sister to Apollon of the golden sword; I sing this new song unto the far-shooting goddess of the golden shaft; of she; Artimis, goddess of the hunt, daughter of thunder-loving Zeus.
It is from her; from the golden bow of the huntress; that each shaft does find it’s mark; Artimis, who lusts deeply for the hunt, as Cythereia lusts for love; once loosed from her bow, nothing escapes the shafts of the huntress, her perfect aim; no animal that is unto the huntress game escapes the goddess of the golden shaft.
It was from the pure nymphs; from the fairy-folk did she learn the hunt; it was indeed the nymphs of the wood who did show unto Artimis not only the hunt but the joy of the dance; she who will love no man or god; she who will never rest so long as there is game for sport.
From the hunt the far-shooting goddess does take leave; her heart longs to lead the dance again; it is Artimis who returns to her brother’s city; it is here in the temple of Apollon that she does indeed unstring her golden bow; here the huntress removes her quiver of golden shafts; here Artimis does lead the dance that is her second love.
It is only her brother; the son of thunder-loving Zeus himself; Apollon is the only one with whom the huntress will dance, save for the other maidens, the virgins who as Artimis are also pure; in her dance, the grace of the nymphs does show; Artimis leads the dance, unequaled in her grace as her beauty does flow freely in tune with music.
When the music does end; it is only after her dance that the huntress enjoys the softness of a feather bed; on these nights she enjoys the finery offered by her brother; with the sun’s rise; when Apollon does awaken; the huntress re-strings her golden bow; the quiver of golden shafts again slung over her shoulder; now no silken veils adorn the goddess of the hunt; again she is the huntress; the far-shooting goddess; Artimis, goddess of the hunt.
No fowl, no deer, no animal can escape from a shaft loosed from her golden bow; no game escapes the huntress; she who lusts for the hunt as men lust the beauty of women pure; it is the hunt, chasing the game, this is what makes the virgin’s heart race; it is when her golden shaft has found it’s mark that her lust is fulfilled.
To the far-shooting Artimis; unto the huntress only one other love is known; only in the hunt and her dance does this virgin goddess find her love; it is in the dance that she finds joy and passion; “Artimis, goddess of the hunt; may your game be forever abundant, may you dance forever more with the nymphs of the wood; hail the far-shooting huntress, Artimis;” and I shall remember thee in another song as well.
With each cycle, she waxes and wanes through our skies; it is but for one day of every twenty-eight that unto those of the earth is her full beauty shown; she who makes for Poseidon his tides; she who brings unto us the months; I sing again of Selene; she who is our silver goddess of the moon.
For twenty-one days her splendor does rise and fall as the sun; as she chases Apollon’s chariot, she follows the sun; it is for seven days that she rests; hiding in this time from us the grace of her light in the night sky as she sleeps; she who makes for Poseidon his tides, she who has given unto us the months; Selene, who’s silver hair does flow softly as the clouds that are lined by the aura of the light she gives to us in the night.
It is in her beauty; from the peace that she does value, alike to Pallas Athena; it is from Selene that the festival did rise; each month as the silver goddess shows unto those upon the earth her full spender; we must all rejoice in the beauty that she casts down upon us all with each of these nights; unto her we must all give our thanks, unto the silver goddess Selene, we have also been indebted.
As her light graces us by night, even Apollon does honor her; he freely offers unto the silver goddess of the night; his own sky to share with the radiance of the sun; it was from her silver beauty that Apollon himself would give unto Selene the sky in their union; her beauty thus shone brightly in the day as Apollon’s chariot she did approach; it was then that unto Selene, Apollon, first son of aegis-bearing Zeus, did offer the day.
It was in the acceptance of his gift unto her; from this union in their sky; that Selene in her full spender turned day into night; as she covered the sun completely, mortals did cower in fear of the silver goddess of the night; all those on earth were about to see the gift she would give unto Apollon, unto all; as her body moved, again unto the earth the sun was returned; it was within this movement that Selene gave unto us all, unto Apollon, the priceless diamond ring of the eclipse.
“Hail to Selene, our silver goddess of the night, and I shall sing unto thee in another song as well.”
Unto she who is wicked as she is beautiful; for the goddess that inspires corruption and evil; now again I sing of her, she who loves the chaos that is unto her a passionate art; it is unto the goddess who’s name alone does tell of that which she loves; I sing here in this song of the goddess Discord; she who is wicked as she is beautiful.
Let everyone know again of her evils; may one and all be forever watchful of the temptations of sin that she enjoys; that all again see how she uses our lustfulness to gain the chaos that Discord forever does long for; she who has no laws; the goddess who follows none, save for her self; Discord the temptress.
Know that for her own gain there is nothing that she fears; she, Discord, she who conspires with all for her chaos; with Aries she does consort and scheme; with Hades himself she does bargain and make wicked deals of evil; it matters not unto her; she who is her names equal, Discord; know she is hateful, know that she cares for none; it is only for her own contempt for lawfulness that she deals; it is only for the chaos that Discord does love that she will bend.
As her evil is matched by her beauty; men by her temptations consort in adulterous affairs with other men’s wives; it is her, the evil of Discord, that pushes men to lust for a virgins rape; here in this evil, from the screams of the victims she does smile; within desperation her evil does revel in laughter; it is from the tears of those that are distraught that she drinks, it is here that she, Discord, does find the fulfillment that in chaos she forever does seek.
“All be aware; all watch for her; she who is beautiful as she is evil; she who tempts us into chaos; she who lusts for painful rape; Discord, the goddess who’s joy is the cause of despair.”
Unto she who is beautiful as she is evil, I shall sing again in another song as well.
Now I sing this song again, a song which indeed should have been continued ages ago; unto the Queen of the gods; the one who’s beauty could only by her daughter be equaled; wife to thunder-loving Zeus himself; I sing now again of her, with green eyes of emerald; I sing now again unto Hera, Queen of the heavens.
As Hera’s green eyes did look down upon earth from the heavens; Hera saw then that her husband did continue consort with the mortal women of Cythereia’s temptation; that her husband had once again weakened by the temptations of lustful embrace that had been set deep into his heart by Aphrodite, the goddess of love.
It was from this that Hera had been enraged; from this was born Hera’s hate for humanity itself, swearing upon her life, upon her own immortality, that the lives of those comely maidens who did lay with thunder-loving Zeus would indeed end.
“Know one and all, Hera’s beauty could only be matched by that of Pallas Athena, only a child born of Hera could hope to match her beauty as an equal!”
“I shall share my praise unto thee with any and all Hera, and unto you I shall sing in another song as well.”
Hades himself; the wickedest of the divine, brother to thunder loving Zeus; he who is the lord of the Underworld; he himself loves our goddess of peace, longing for the purity of the wisdom, the kindness, all that is Pallas Athena; Hades himself does before all welcome her into his realm; she in her purity, she does rule the heart of Hades himself; never would his wickedness be unto her the cause of harm; Hades welcomes the grace of peace and wisdom that is the beauty of our beloved first daughter of Zeus.
“Hail Pallas Athena!” And I shall sing unto thee in another song as well.
Again I will sing of Cythereia; the beauty that is Aphrodite; the golden goddess of Cyprus; unto the goddess of love and war; no heart of any mortal could hold fast against the sway of her; Cythereia, again I sing unto thee; even thunder-loving Zeus himself you have tempted into mortal love.
All are indeed weak to the love that is Aphrodite; the birds, the animals, all succumb to the ways of our great goddess of love; she who herself; even in her divinity she is taunted relentlessly by her own need for the mortal love she deals; she who knows, that if her love was to be given unto the mortal man; for the mortal that her heart and soul both deeply long; that if Cythereia were to give unto this man, her love true, the sway of others hearts would then unto her divinity be lost.
“Cythereia, unto you indeed all love is owed; humanity and divinity themselves are forever in debt unto you Aphrodite,” the beautiful golden-haired goddess, she who wears the brilliant crown of Cyprus; the jewels sparkle as her radiant golden eyes; to be a pendant upon the fine chains that dangle gracefully between her white and shapely breasts; a joyous thought; a fantasy that would readily arouse sexual men and women alike.
“All hail Cythereia of Cyprus; hail the goddess who herself tempted the mightiest of gods; hail her who swayed the heart of aegis-bearing Zeus himself into mortal love.” Forever more, only four hearts cannot by the goddess of love be moved, all others, gods and mortals alike shall forever remain weak to Cythereia’s temptations of love; lest she herself, the goddess of love, allows her own heart in it’s longing to weaken to temptation, thus forever conceding her love unto those in the heavens and also the mortal souls.
“Never relent Cythereia, our golden goddess of love, our beautiful Queen of Cyprus!” I shall sing unto thee again in yet another song.
Unto the darkest of all gods I now again look with spite; the brother of the mighty Zeus; ruler of the underworld, thou bear thine name for it is truly vile; Hades, lord of the underworld, brother of all mighty Zeus himself.
I Homerus know not if thou was born a bastard, O’ great dark one; thou art truly the most contemptuous being in existence; that thou has the power of divinity; thine vile evil, of Hades; cast down by your own into the darkness of evil hate; know that your brother Zeus does not loath you as I do Hades; your brother pities you.
It is those that are corrupt; the damned and those that hate; they come unto to you, Hades; in endless droves, mortal souls; now more than ever in this glorious technological age of war; tell me this O’ wicked Hades, “Has thou not greatly prospered from our despair; from the wickedness of evil set by you Hades into humanity? As Zeus your brother; in his own ignorance has allowed us to become wicked; have you now grown in strength to challenge his might? I think nay, thou shall always cower from thine siblings of good.”
“Hades; thou art truly to be loathed; you who brought upon humanity; the evil that now plagues mortal hearts; disease and all that is wicked have risen from thine divinity; my hatred to you extreme, Lord of the Underworld; all of humanities hate is Hades; a great compliment unto thine wickedness and evil indeed.”
Truly the mother of Hades; the stepmother of the all mighty Zeus; her husband as well; how could they let this befall the other gods? Perhaps it was for spite of his first wife that the father of mighty Zeus and Hades let this vile and wicked thing be born into the great divinity of the heavens.
“O’ Great Hades; the divine wickedness;” darker than Hera could ever hope to be; thou now consorts with thine brothers wife; “Does the mighty evil; Hades, do you seek to rule humanity? Wouldst thou tempt Athena and Cythereia into battle? Does thou not realize that all the gods spite your wickedness; in her hatred for Zeus, Hera would be the only one to stand with you; know now and forever O’ great dark one, that all are of you forever contemptuous; thou would battle all if thou were to take humanity.”
My thanks unto the other gods; Hades himself may not walk this earth; by the gods, I thank thee all for this; every insult hurled only compliments this forever contemptuous god; Discord, goddess that inspires hate, wickedness, evil and chaos; she trembles in thine divine presence; thou must surely be all evil to make this occur.
“Hades the vile; tell me this O great god of the damned; what is it that thou does despise? Could it be the beauty the beauty and love; the gifts bestowed upon humanity by gray-eyed Athena and golden haired Aphrodite? This O’ great dark one; Hades the wicked; I know is not true; even in thins wickedness gardens of beauty can be found in thine realm; the land of the damned; even the mighty evil of the great Hades does value the gifts of the sisters.”
Now again I am left wondering; I Homerus look into the stare of humanities eyes, in this new age; Athena herself alows me to write this song unto the most wicked; unto Hades himself; “I wonder if the mused in the land of the damned sing my songs; if the satire abounds in hell as it once did in Athens; “Tell me O’ Evil one; Hades; does thou have a favorite amongst all my hymns?”
Again, today, in our new and glorious age; of war, poverty and famine; there are indeed too many that suffer; unto all the mortal men and women; all those that are corrupt; forever let them suffer; it is unto these people that I wish Hades; “Live in the hell that thou so righteously does now deserved from thine own actions!”
“O’ goddess; O’ Athena, thou must be given the highest of all possible praise; the goddess who has show unto the most evil; unto Hades himself you have taught love of beauty, and wisdom; I praise thee again from my soul goddess Athena; thou art truly the most divine.”
There have indeed been times; now and in the past; the time of the gods; wherein even I have felt the pull; the forever grasping hand of dark will; greed that is insatiable; Hades would never hold me firm, I value beauty, love and all that is good on mother earth; “O’ dark one; Hades; I forever defy thee, for thou art vile in thine wickedness; yes I admit once again that we do need your temptations, as we need the chaos of Discord.”
Let it be known to all that yes we do need Hades; the evil lord is required; without his divine wickedness; the forbidden secrets brought by Hades unto humanity; from this wickedness caused by the evil lord we know the meaning of what is good and righteous.
“O’ Great Hades, the lord of the damned; living in thine eternal despair; know that you are valued in humanity; even Athena and the great Zeus himself; we understand that we indeed have need of you; your evil set into humankind has given us the need for hope and all that is good; both unto humanity and unto the other gods themselves.”
There are now a great many that despise the vile one; in the church of the one god, he also exists; “Thine wickedness is alive and well on mother earth, O’ forever contemptuous one;” long away is the day when earth again knows true peace; “Those of us that are true unto our selves, as well as each other; all who are just and good; we do not fear thine divinity Hades, we pity you O’ dark one; you, who are bound into an eternity with all who are damned; I myself feel for you; O’ Great Lord of The Dead.”
It is true that unto the evil lord; all that is evil; the most vile of all to be born from the heavens; that my hatred is in excessive extreme; “I loath thee with all my being Hades; it is unfortunate that you must exist, that should you perish another will take your place; that for us to truly know good we must have thine evil.”
Now in our new age; in this time of oppression; the rule of wealth and it’s greed; from this his power grows forever more; it is through humanities new sins that Hades finds new and richer sustenance in our increasing masses of evil souls; and unto all this the majorities; with increasing speed; turn blind eyes.
“May the other gods; Aphrodite and Athena; may you all help dear, sweet humanity; help us against the sways of these evil temptations that follow us in our lives; all things that make the darkest of gods; the one that I spite with all my being; O’ Great Hades, you are the most wicked in thine hateful divinity; truly blessed be the day when we can all say unto thee; you, Hades the vile; you, we no longer need.”
Now, unto the one who rules the heavens; the one who rules the gods themselves; I now write again of the all-seeing one, the mightiest of gods, Zeus, the king of the gods; the one who damned humanity to die in the deluge by his son’s will.
Unto Zeus himself I do now sing this song of partial praise; “Thou are after all the one who did decree all of the earth unto humankind;” Lest you return to earth with your children; bringing with you; Aries, far-shooting Apollo, golden haired Aphrodite, beautiful gray-eyed Athena; humanity will continue to be plagued by those that worship the one god; Jove, the god who is nothing more than an ideal.
“I hail all thee, high in the heavens; my heart eagerly awaits your return; especially unto you Zeus, may you again rule over all from the grand heights of Olympus,” we all need the order once given unto humanity by Zeus; if there was ever to be one god, it would surely be Zeus himself.
“O’ great Zeus; hear now as the race born of gray-eyed and beautiful Athena; your daughter; cries out in it’s desperation; they have been lead astray by those that hail the one god who is untrue; damned be those who say that you do not exist, for thou surely does.”
Unto the greatest god of all; the one who rules the sky itself; I ask this now of thee; hear as I cry this now unto you; “Zeus, the thunder lover, the mighty, cast down from Olympus once again your thunderbolts and strike down those that stand against the gods; your children need guidance once more, guidance of a true and divine nature; say unto Athena what you wish of me O’ mighty Zeus, it will be done for you.”
“Has humanity out grown it’s need for thine divinity; Zeus the bearer of the aegis; or has thou because of Hera’s will forsaken the race born of your daughter Athena, unto whom you yourself have promised the rule of the heavens.” In today’s age, there is nothing but need; society, humanity itself; has again become nothing more than a tool for the rich; “Help us O’ mighty Zeus; return unto humanity again your children as well as yourself.”
May all that read my words again now come to know; they must be understood for what their true meanings were meant to be; for it was when my pen first struck upon paper; I knew then that I wrote by Athena’s will; “it was indeed through her that you sent your own words unto this humble bard, O’ Mighty Zeus.”
I seek now others; may any and all, that in this new age wherein I now live; “Rise with me to call upon the gods of old; to call out unto the mighty aegis bearing Zeus himself; that we may have that which is true returned unto humanity; pray again with me Homerus in song, so that thunder-loving Zeus, may again return unto his place upon the great throne of Olympus.”
“All hail now, the greatest of gods; the great lord of thunder; Zeus, the mighty, who has not the time for humanities pettiness; thou art not a god of the people; since thou has forsaken us; let us be to our own; give unto Athena, not only the aegis, but give unto her humanity itself; lest thou has changed O’ mighty Zeus, two millennium is to Zeus, the greatest of gods; but two years to you Zeus; give back to us, the mortals, the old ways, let humanity return to a righteous and glorious age once more.”
Now, here in this new age; wherein mortal men have found the secrets of old; the mortal men who embrace in heated lust, the power of knowledge; through these men the truth has now been revealed ever so selectively; used only in a way that helps them to gain; power and wealth, selfish greed is what drives these men forward.”
“O’ great Zeus, I will not worship thine divinity; thou has indeed forsaken us before; I am thus left to trust that you will even in your return to earth do so once again; in this I only ask of you; the greatest of the gods; return unto the earth the beauty of Athena’s gray eyes, the beautiful laughter of Aphrodite, the free soul and spirit of Apollo; return unto humanity your children once more.”
As I Homerus write again; know that my heart does surely weep; that our race has come to this grand new age by greed; humanity continues now to destroy Athena’s beautiful world; condemning us all knowingly into a land that will surely die; lest we are saved by the divine; the gods of old; those who will return again to the hights of Olympus; take pity upon our ignorance; damned be those that oppress us into the servitude of your brother Hades.”
“O’ great Zeus; the greatest of gods; has thou by Hera’s oppressive domination of humanity now further lost care? Does thou not see that we do indeed cry out desperately from our mortal souls for thine divinity to be returned unto us? Surely the cries of the billions can be heard by thee.”
In this age; I see now the approach of Armageddon; a sorrowful sight plagues the east; the lands of the first divine visits; therein now lays the beginning of the end; for it is here that the holy war will erupt; the beginning of the end; as the sands and cities themselves are turned to glass, by the devastating weapon of war, the death set into the mind of one man, a weapon of mass destruction that will end the wars of Aphrodite.
I ask this now of thee; “O’ great thunder-loving Zeus, bearer of the aegis; why has thou let Aphrodite give this power unto mortal men; thou perhaps has again lost the care for humanity that thou once had; thou has forgotten that after the great flood, it was mankind that helped the divine; even after your council had condemned life to perish; has thou forgotten the promises made to humanity? I pray to Pallas Athena that the answer to this query would be ‘Nay’.”
Knowing that I Homerus have been set here for a task; that by Pallas Athena I call unto all the gods; that again my words be heard by all; those on earth and in the heavens; that the muses of today join with me in song as I cry out to the heavens and over the seas to Neptune.
This bard, sitting on the street; writing again to those in the heavens; “I beg of thee mighty Zeus; may Hera be damned for her ignorance and lack of understanding; hear the wails of the babes; even they in their purity cry out to thee; return to us again your children; do not forsake the covenant that thou has made with humanity.”
If the gods do not answer my call unto them; it is for humanity’s sake itself; a task of which the achievement I often doubt; “I Homerus beg of you; Zeus, the god of gods, return to us as your daughter Athena has returned to me, life; thou are surely the most divine; yet should thou ignore our wails; may you then be damned; ask your brother Hades to take your immortality, give your throne to Athena!"
It has been far to long; last I wrote unto thee, ages past; so many have forgotten the ways of love; mankind now only seems to hold your art of war; I have found others though, young in spirit that still hold dear your loves; forever willing to embrace thee, holding thine virtues true.
“O’ Cythereia, Aphrodite, I call to you again; to bless humanity once more with love, not war; may you return again into the hearts of men and women, may you again come alive within the temples to thine divinity; teach us again; Cythereia, how to love.”
Now again I see within the hearts of men; your teachings we so desperately need; the need for love, the need for compassion; humanity again needs your love; now more than ever; they have embraced your art of war and have forgotten how to love, how to love life; the way you have shown to me ages ago must now be shown to humanity once again.
Again this new fashion of pen tells my new tales; the grandeur that has been the reward of wars; humanity has prospered greatly since the gods last came unto man; I ask you Aphrodite, “Will you now return from the top of Olympus? I beg of you; your sister Athena; she has returned me to earth thus, now I ask you again Aphrodite, return to humanity, love.”
In this new age; two thousand years since my hand last wrote Athena’s words; humanity has now new plagues upon it, dreadful plagues indeed; murder, disease, and dependency now rule the hearts of many men; men and women alike have now long forgotten that which was taught in your great schools of Athens.
There are new mirrors in today’s age; no longer made of the silver of old, now they are of glass; they produce such a pure reflection of ones self; showing me the passion and love that you yourself put into my eyes; I am left to belive that this was the last gift you gave unto humanity; from this vanity and beauty are two things that have not been lost; “Cythereia, has thou such a mirror; a mirror with lights that burn without candles within; has thou the vanity shown by the women of today?”
“I ask you again Cythereia, tell unto me Homerus; give to me any and all new teachings of love; that I may once again; for you and your sister Athena; continue to fill the hearts of men, women and children with the teachings of new and old; does thou wish this of me now?”
The love has not died within me; as Athena has kept my soul alive; my passions will forever be my loves; it was from you yourself, golden haired Cythereia that I Homerus was to know; the art of love, the burn of my passions extreme; through you Aphrodite, I have loved and lost, through you my heart has been broken; time and time again; if thou did grant unto me the chance to alter the past, know that I would let it be.
As Athena, the mother of life on earth; your sister gave unto humanity; us, the mortals; beauty and life upon earth; you Cythereia, have bestowed upon us an equal gift; for it was indeed you Aphrodite, that gave unto humanity not only love and war, but the arts, the4 passion and all that drives humanity to succeed and grow; “My praise unto thee Aphrodite, our most beautiful goddess of love and war; hear my words as I sing my new songs unto thee again, for all, humans and the gods alike.”
Gone now are the days of old; my words were held high by those in Crete, spoken and sung in glorious song by those in Athens; my words now again put to these papers; I will rise now to have my new songs heard; as before, it is for the benefit of all mankind that I compose; may your love be within these Cythereia.
It saddens this new heart O’ so much; all that I have written, there are few that know my hymns, fewer still are those that sing my song with heart; “O’ Aphrodite, you have blessed my soul with your love, let me share it again in this new age; that I Homerus, again give your love to humanity, it longs for it so desperately.”
“May the muses sing aloud their praise unto the goddess of love; their voices have never been silenced; let all hear this as they sing; may the crowds gather again to hear me as I sing my praise unto the gods; blessed be thine teachings of love Cythereia.”
Here in this age of oppression and physical domination; nearing the age of return of the gods; give back to humanity the desire to make your first gift again out weigh the second; “I pray unto thee Cythereia, may love once again rule humanity, the children of the gods; surely they have now suffered enough.”
It is very apparent that in this new age technology rises in power; greed and selfishness abound everywhere in the hearts of mortal man; we must all look once again to that which is within us; ask unto thine self, “How is it that humanity has come to this prosperous new age?” The answer is within our hearts, it is by passion and love; by Cythereia’s gift of the arts; bestowed upon humanity by the golden haired goddess of love and war.
In all my time in Athens; the age where art was held high above all; never did I see such atrocities, despair, evil hearts; others, bound into addiction and those evil hearts that profit from this human desperation; “O’ yee high in the heavens, why has thou let this fate befall your child race, does thou not see the evil run rampant within humanity?”
I return my thoughts now to your love, Cythereia with your golden crown; from my old songs the virtues still ring true; humanity should suffer the wars no more, grant unto this earth again your love; whence thou returns from the heavens, to inhabit Olympus once again; I myself will be the only one to hold the love you have given unto us, lest something be done by divinity to change that which now is.
Humanity cries out from it’s very soul; “O’ Aphrodite, goddess of love, return to us again, we need you O’ so desperately.” There are indeed many here that would readily fall before the goddess of love upon her return; I sing again to the heavens themselves, “Zeus! Return to us again the sisters; love and beauty; may you again grant unto humanity their divine presence; gray eyed Athena, goddess of beauty, golden haired Aphrodite, goddess of love and war; do not let this plague continue to invade the hearts of mankind.”
“O’ Aphrodite, come again unto the mortal souls on earth, bring with thine divinity thine love; restore in the hearts of mortals the love they have lost in centuries passed; I beckon thee Cythereia; I beg of you Aphrodite, from my knees; give us again your love to balance against war.”
May humanity again now know love; that I Homerus again sing my song; that the gods of Olympus will return unto us again; for humanity has all but forgotten the love bestowed upon us by Cythereia; humanity has instead embraced her second gift of war; “O’ Aphrodite, Cythereia of the golden crown, hear me as I cry out to thee; may my voice be a thousand voices loud; hear me as I beg of you Cythereia, return unto humanity, the love it has lost!”
It has occurred to me now that humanity has come to lack the culture once held O’ so very dear to our own existence.
As Dante once walked with Virgil, down an epic path of “Divine Comedy”, moving from hell to purgatory, and then onto heaven itself, I walk here and now with Homer.
Writing again the tales of gods and men, the divinity; has it been not lost to all? I say unto this with the utmost of ease, “Nay”.
My life is now that of who I once was, none have known me until all my writings have been both written and read; you see, within me Homer lives.
As we have both now done, though he much more than I; have sang out to the muses, to the heavens, to the gods of lore; to have our words heard by more than just the mortal ear; to be felt by the souls of all.
Within this I defy the church of God; I say again, “Nay unto thine oppressive virtues, what thou teaches to those of this world is but half the truth; your church has forgotten the history of our kind”.
Unto all that stand with me; is this quest now taken, that I now again walk “Lady Fate’s” path, wearing my shoes, Homer’s shoes, the shoes that have for two millennium not tread upon ground.
These shoes are however very thin, they allow me to feel again; every pebble, each unevenness that can be found; with each new step there is something new to be found.
Now it is time for me to begin this long journey; once again I sing, I praise the gods of old; I now hail Athena and Aphrodite once more; my love forever unto these sisters.
Let it be known unto all; I have returned, blood again rich, coursing through my veins, burning with desire, the passion that I am makes me now cry out, “I am Homerus, reborn from Athena’s will, for humanity again”.
“I am now here; writing my hymns for all to see and love, my works again fill the libraries of mortal homes; they have, they will; I hail our gods, high in the heavens; I thank thee again Athena; the love thou has shown within my works”.
There must never again be such a long span between my lives; two thousand years, I have held my pen in silence; not writing one word; now within my return; this new fashion of pen brings forth my new words, again for all to hear, even the gods in the heavens.
Now unto those that try to keep us in their oppressive rule; “Thou art no longer to suppress us, we are again free”; censorship be damned; my words will never be silenced by any political factions.
To the muses of today; my praise unto thee; my old songs still alive; works now found everywhere; free unto any and all that are willing to read my words; it is for humanity itself that Athena had bestowed upon me this gift; the gift of harmonized thoughts, poetry.
For it was when she herself, Athena; leaving Olympus, came unto me, for humanities sake; she explained to me the reasons for all the voices we hear within our selves; “I praise thee Athena, your divinity has taught me how to listen to all I hear; that which is within and that which is not”.
It was indeed you Athena; blessed art thou goddess, the gifts you have given me; “May the muses again sing my songs aloud; may men again laugh at the satirical hymns; may our political opressors again be unfree’d by that which was bestowed upon me”; by all that is truly righteous; “Thank you goddess, my praise unto you Athena!”
Now mankind has lost so very much; the wars, famine and plagues of the past; the sins committed by the churches followers who seek to control humanity; “Why has thou done such horrid things? Thou has destroyed the great library of Crete, and for what, again for human greed; I say unto thee, thou has committed a grievous sin indeed, a sin that can only be repented by the truth of history; yee that worship god.”
As I did in Crete; here in this new age; where humanity lacks so very much the soul it had when Colossus stood over the ancient harbor; I have shouted out the words that Athena has given unto me; I cry now to have them understood.
“Hear me muses, angel and gods alike, I call out to all once more; with my words help me now to bring back that which has been lost to mankind for O’ so many centuries; rise in song with me for I am Homerus!”
Within this new life that Athena has set me in; I am bound into the life of a bard; living in a land that was stolen by those that rule us now; I will be heard by all those that still value the written words of my songs.
My words, unlike those of the churches; not to be forced upon mortals; it is those that long for culture, the people that are righteous in their hearts, that I again write by Athena’s hand; it is upon her path that I walk my life; my dreams are once again put to paper.
Now unto those that attempt to quiet me; it is to be known that I will not be silenced, I will be heard by any and all that can hear; for those that can not read my words; they will be read aloud unto them; children, parents, even the blind.
It was in fact Zeus himself that thanked Athena; that a mortal man should be given this; a bard who will tell the true tales of the ages; discriminating to none; that all mankind may prosper greatly indeed; from their divine teachings.
As each foot now falls before the last; my pen takes me again; the path I walk is filled with pitfalls and traps of sin that call out to us in kindly voices; wanting only for us to fulfill human greed.
As I look at humanities greed; “ May our thoughts be changed again to that which is just and pure, may we again now praise the goddess Athena for the beauty she cast upon our earth O’ so many ages ago”; I wish now nothing more to return to this age, to the grandeur of old; may the muses sing again my words, the words of Athena.
“ I am now again set loose into the world”; taking heed of course; as this body is but that of a mortal, yet my soul will return again and again; so long as oppression exists; “We must all do that which is true unto us, we must all be free, within one another this can be achieved”.
It saddens my soul to it’s very core; humanity has lost that goodness of heart; I cry out again, “O’ goddess, Athena, as I your servant write your words; I pray now unto the sisters; Athena, Aphrodite, hear me as I cry out unto thee, help me to restore unto humanity the love and beauty of your creations, save for that of Aphrodite’s wars, they I would never wish to befall humankind again”.
There would be indeed nothing more grand; set free again upon this earth the truth; that one and all sing together as we once did; it is this time that I long for again; as the masses pass by this bard on the street; “Know now that I am Homerus, I will Live on forever within the hearts of mankind; and within Athena’s gifts of beauty I Homerus will always find goodness and peace!”