Lamentations of the Elder Gods

Lamentations of the Elder Gods

"...I perceive this also is vexation of the spirit.."-Ecclesiastes


here We are,
in the ailing husk
of Our citadel,
upon our orphaned olympus!

long ago Our spirit
dwelt in the
heart of countless temples,
Our names danced
upon the throngs' many
tongues,
Our fires ate pious
oil, Our images
adored by saints
and sinners!

how We ruled
Our dominion,
that abode of
timeless babes,
with Magic and
Reason immortal
brothers!

but Our oblivios foes, the
Ones from the
Rumored Realm,
how they played
the ancient game:
they trampled
Our dominion,
those lovers of
panpipes and dirges!

here We remain,
Our idols overturned,
Our incense a
distant stranger,
Our names neglected
except by the
elect:
the farmer's relentless
scythe!