Agemo - the Goddess of Forms

Hoary Decree, dateless Order, Anthroposophy of the cradle, Bewilderment of upper echelon, Agemo - the goddess of forms. You are the word, you utter not any; You are the history, you tell no tale; Cogent than ingredients and concoction, Fiat is your potent and reverend name. When the Earth was total gel And the World was all indigo; You drained water into the depth And made the Earth bear its face. Diktat of the premier flame: “Let there be light”, how eloquent!!!. When the godlings begged for cool; Scorching was the amber they groaned, With your fiat, you drowsed the flame, And made moon comfort the godlets. The day stiffeners berated the Bulkhead, Sued Mystery for the contest of forms, Yellow they were like a chip of sulphur; You were yoke like the full moon in the sky. When they were blue, black and brown; Your apparel appeared beguilingly - More blue, more black, more brown. In poppycockish sobriety they roared: All hail the absolute goddess of forms, Never shall we grimace at Chameleon And applaud the farce of any Caricature. They dare you not, I say the dare you not; When we know the fierceness of Shango, Do will still rebuke the King of Koso? Who shall pick his nostril with cobra’s fang? Who shall bestride your path Agemo?