|On the Late Massacre in Milton
Author: Nate Davis Volsungassonnr PM
A blank-verse polemic about the death and rebirth of traditional European religion. The title is a reference to a sickeningly Jesus-happy sonnet by Milton. Hail the gods!Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 185 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-03-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2949252
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On the Late Massacre in Milton
Who now recalls the ancient bygone days
When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones?
Who lives who saw the sacred shrines and groves
Where painted men would honor ancient gods?
Who saw them dancing 'neath the standing stones
When sacred fires burned on solstice-days?
All this has passed beneath the veil of night.
The flames of Beltaigne long have burned away.
The oak and ash and rowan grow no more
Along the hillside near the standing stones.
The shrines were sundered; crosses stand there now.
All things are gone save rust and stone and bone.
None live now remember those old days.
Though I was born unto an age of steel,
I still recall within my blood and bones
The dances and the fires between the trees,
Those ancient forests, everlasting hills,
And other places where my gods still live.
My gods may sleep, but never shall they die;
They live on in our bones and in our blood;
And we who still remember, we shall see
Our sons and daughters worship stocks and stones.