Sons and Sybils
In ancient Delphi when the world was new
and Apollo’s sun filled the morning air
soul wisdom was sought from a sybil’s pew
in the tomb, the cave, the dead python’s lair.
Fair maids became the oracles and stayed
decades of service they sacrificed there.
Upon an altar of mystery laid
vestal virgins possessed, all fallen brides
oh, breath deep fair maidens, give us your aid.
From deep within, without sin or pride
the gift of knowledge without thought of gain
as you commune let loose the sacred tide
'til the ends of time protect this domain
for the son, our God, will be renamed.