Born of Ash, Under Fires That Fed False Olympic Gods

Born Of Ash, Under Fires That Fed False Olympic Gods Born of ash, under fires that fed false Olympic gods First, scrounging this earth, as dark-clad beasts Blinded, heaven gazing, begging to be lightning rods Creating hallow golden halls, to throw huge orgy feasts. And Fate ordered, moaning echoes to fly in darkened winds Against its great rival Time and how foolishly it spends. Was her salty kiss, waves of honey sent from cavernous pits Her promises, sad curses hidden in golden warped lies She blinded by wanton pleasures and her deep venomous spits Oaths sworn under hellish whispers and blackest of skies. And Fate ordered, moaning echoes to fly in darkened winds Against its great rival Time and how foolishly it spends. Born of ash, under fires that fed false Olympic gods First, scrounging this earth, as dark-clad beasts Blinded, heaven gazing, begging to be lightning rods Creating hallow golden halls, to throw huge orgy feasts. R.J. Lindley May 9th, 1973 Rhyme , (When Truth Was Asked) Note- Deleted....