Mad Poet
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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
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