Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Bad Poetry Wednesday

The Ancient Myths
By [REDACTED]

Saturn ate his own children
But was supplanted all the same
A new king reigns for us

Romulus and Remus built the City
But not in a day
A new house was built by you and I

Circe worked with herbs and potions
Turned men to pigs and nymphs to monsters
But we are our own moly

Echo and Narcissus could only love the one
Sounds and faces his alone
We are two

Gaia is the mother of us all
Bringing forth the sea, the sky, the Gods
And we have done the same
The creation of us
The birth of our existence
We made this from nothing
From the random chance of fate.
We are.




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