Flight from Acropolis

That enigmatic male voice ripples

Around the varied columae

That form Athene’s cage…

Ah, but only a shattered statue

Remains of the once

Magnificent spectacle that

Was once Wisdom at her finest;

Now only the fated wren

Sings to her honor.

He hops across each step of

Crumbling white marble,

The gray veins like his own

Downy feathers,

Fading with the wicked winds

Of time that so eroded a temple of

The colossal Goddess,

Transforming the monument

Of a last golden age into mere memory…

The ghost of a lost lover’s guitar

Plays in tune with that lone

Child of winds and wilds

Who even now cannot believe

That his homeland cast him aside

For the false existence of others…

Daring to peek out from

Beneath his shelter of the

Goddess’ hand, though,

Introduces him to the pale shadow

That always rested at Her shoulder;

White death on silvered wings

Silences a soft voice of dissent

With His gray talons…

Weeeell…I’ll just say this: Nobody beats good love/loss songs like Akuro no Oka (Acropolis)…look it up on youtube some time and you’ll understand…

But anywho, the owl is my own addition to the imagery, as is the wren…but who might both birds stand for, hm? Perhaps someone can tell me that?

Laters,

KD