lend me your ear
Friends, Romans, and countrymen
lend me your ear
Let it not fall prey to conspiracy
Moi je suis Brute, blowing the celestial Trump-et
Warning of a Revelation
The gods of the underworld have entered the Olympic forum
Hercules’ javelin firmly planted in the ground
A polished disc set in perpetual motion
Stirring are the waters of a lifeless ocean
Brave Argonauts have set their sails
The fleece awaits their arrival in the land of the dead
Ghosts of Greek heroes along the Champs-Élysées
prepare to do battle with the children of the Hydra
From afar the Agora is visibly empty
Yet Titans feast on the remains of the day
Jeanne d'Arc's ride a lone shadow in the pale moonlight
Reins collapsed, empty of mount
The half moon casting fates and fortunes
Will it be gold or the Butch-er's knife
thank you,
joseph pede
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