The World Will Not Wait for the Old Gods
I see you have been waiting for a new song, my dear,
But Orpheus has long-since drowned,
And his mother and her sisters
Are muses no longer,
Their temples shrouded in vines and moss that would be considered
Unfitting for Gods.
I hope it does not disappoint you,
But the gifts they once gave us
Are no longer ours to keep.
There was a time when I waited for their return,
Comedy and Tragedy's soft hands interlocked,
Leading their family home as Athena and Ares once lead troops to battle,
But age brings wisdom,
And someday you will learn to tell when things
And Gods
Have been left behind.
Of course, the few still withering to dust may,
As in their primes,
Be spotted near-everywhere,
But in truth it only brings me sorrow
To see Hermes lost as too many die to be guided to the Underworld,
Or the hollowness in Aphrodite's cheeks as her beauty loses its footing
In the world she once influenced with a crystal-blue gaze.
It is only a matter of time now.
They never say it, but the fear lives in their eyes.
They know that the world will continue on without them.
I still recall the way things used to be
When the melodies of the lyre could draw you to a destiny,
A soulmate,
A Gods-given quest only you could complete,
It is a history I once lived in ecstacy,
Awaiting my turn at the wheel of fate, and yet
The Muses never called on me
Nor those that came after.
I suppose I am here now to tell you these things,
To remember the way the world was
And could have been;
It's for the best that things have changed,
But oh,
How you would have loved the music.
