Poetical Myth

The Fall

Time Does Not Live Here Anymore

Agèd and listless!—

Time does not live here anymore!

The broken, battered, balding plains

covered in dead washed free

by inequality,

or the inequality of

equal creations in their births.

Where is life in peaceful worlds?

the fearless, deathless, Elysian fields?

There rests Achilles, without shield,

without threat—a shadow himself.

For time lives here not anymore!

Odysseus weathered so true,

could not see the hero’s longing

release from monotonous death—

the un-life immortality,

the fearless nature bread from ends

of lost loves in relinquished lives.

When will there be…

              another great Age of Heroes?

              another Nestor or Ajax?

When will there be…

             glory gathered through combat?

             glory in forging warriors?

When will the Age of Kronos be?

Because time cannot live here.

It is not welcome in the Age

of Man, this, the Age of Women—

where frailty is lifted to the heavens,

embalmed in gold and drenched in myrrh.

Here there is freedom to fall, to be stepped

on by feathered shoes, slapped in the face

by cotton and scolded by fierce-less claws.

Time does not live here anymore.

It cannot live where fear is not.

Extinct like the gods that granted

fire, the gods that granted quests,

challenging us to overcome

frailty rather than embrace it.

It does not live here anymore,

because we wont allow it.

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Tripetta 7 years ago

Very "The Wasteland"-ish.

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