The poet sits and twists the meter 'round

And in the glare you'd swear his smile was a frown

And Hermes there, he stares as the pages grow

And all are left to fend for their own



There was a time when he was in command

Now it seems that he is quite mad, so sad

There was a time when he was in demand

But now it seems that he is quite mad



The Titan took a look with leer

As Cronos split the world with a fear

Icarus has flown, he knows he is not alone

As Aries waits with hate upon his fiery throne



Do you now believe it?

There he is, the mad poet

Another page like the one before



Loki tricks his brother Thor

As he turns the metaphor

Odin makes the thunder roar



The Incubus doesn't know which way to go

The Succubus entices her weary foe

And Hera, in her spiteful way, allows Hades to claim the day



When he looks at what he has done he throws hie feathered quill away

No more wine, no more rowdy songs

The bell tolls to claim its pawn



When does a man begin to live again?

When he is just a step away