The Sibyl - Cronus
Then Cronus, son of Heaven and Earth
accepted steel and cut the twain
Dead Earth descended low in sterile regions
of the sundr'd Soul
And a cry went up from mortal'd man -
"Great one what hast thou done to us?"
A part of time is cut in twain
repeating o'er and o'er the strain
And A begat him B and B begat him C,
and on and on
The boredom of the turning ball the reaching out
the anguish'd call -
"Great Cronus Son of Heav'n and Earth
why hast thou done this thing to us?"l
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2008
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