Cronus Poems - Poems about Cronus

Saturn ! You magnetised with enchanting icy rings promised white gold endless skates on Chrysalis circled cates said we would go round like fairy rings said you had so much Love to give I would never go wanting nor be mere interstellar dove to shove said we were a pair to helium share winds to dare ! One ring lemon yellow smiles metallic...

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Before we could forget In a time of no regret We knew what would come But we chose not to run Knowing secrets of the Earth For she gave us birth Together we were one Earth, Moon and Sun Then the gods were forgotten As the forests now were rotten The oceans started to swell While the truth we...

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Tired lids to buckets of endless hours open cracks and creaks and cold saps their strength. Exhaustion gives and so do lids for I was not born a god. As end to time, results evade. Exasperation grasps unthinking. Sudden shaking, endless quaking; Axes work upon my trunk and limbs as children join my garden of dreams. Growling, grasping and blind, reaching for those brave souls -though errant...

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No one knows his name… He is a villain though his back looks pitiful because he walks with a limp; nevertheless, to hide his complex—one leg is shorter than the other, he bathes with innocent blood and quenches his thirst with the breath a malignant spirit exhaled. He dethroned his father to gain power. He devoured his...

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The Cronus prowls the darkened glade, in pitch black robe of sackcloth made. He foretells of eternal night, and seeks to wield death's heinous blade. From shadow he haunts woods and path, dispensing of time's final math. Frail souls evade his obscure realms, they fear to meet his scythe's fierce wrath. The Reaper's ghastly harvest knife, sharp-honed, grim-edged, creating strife. Oh, save us from his...

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YOUNG CRONUS (5.7.09) My father decided he wanted his children buried, and left for dead. But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true, spared her children instead. So I met with my selfish father, where, by Gaea, we both were led, and, holding the sickle she gave me, this is what I said: "Hello, dearest father. I'm glad that you came. After years without you, I...

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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...

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