Keeper of Thorns and Splinters

Prometheus bears our world unannounced,
Apollo chariots its hold unpronounced,
Nay Scorpio yell “woe”, of its malicious tail,
Nay Achilles shout “foul”, when his mortal heels fail.

Creatures of Ur wield their lumber
Twas thus meaningful for all to encumber
Their lives with fortitude, with life,
With gratitude, with discord, with strife.

But all who are hellishly burdened need not halt
Their existence, seemingly thriving with heavenly fault,
For there existed earthen allies who outstretch
Their arms in own forfeit, to aid their links in wretch.

Those then who forsake their own abandon;
Who deemed aids and abets redundant;
Who judged amity and pity a mere specter;
Should sovereign their own barbed scepter.

In the pits, the relief descends a ladder
For the upturned-fanged adder
Already poisoned by its own venoms,
Denies respite despite righteous fathoms.


Keep thy own crown of brambles.
For it be thy own passion’s shambles.