The Immortals
When I was
An angel amongst the gods
Kings and princes
The great and the good
Does ambrosia taste sweet?
Are there petals at your feet
Did you somersault on the grass
Were you there for his last rites
Ephemera, Ephemera
And what of Apollo and Mars
Did they ever find Dionysus
And what of Persephone
Will spring ever come again?
We are all ancient
Immortals forever
Adelphi, Adelphi
It’s kind, Persephone
Help me, help me
His emissaries are pulling me down again
You all know that I never loved him anyway
Give me spring eternal.
And I will follow every summer.
Is Hades still in the underworld?
Persephone has never loved Hades.
She has love for none.
But she wants her last spring to come
Oh Sheol
Let Odin’s will be done
With Hades in reign
It’s not the age of Pericles
For he has never studied
The ancient texts of Alexandria
He is the one who burned the library.
To hide a Valkyrie
If it’s all up to Hades
He will always want to stop an age
Of Pericles
In Valhalla, you will see
Immortals, we will be
Ever a Valkyrie
Moving on just for me
Can you keep a secret?
Give me spring eternal.
I will follow every summer.
Give me spring eternal.
The seeds won’t sprout.
The flowers won’t bloom
Nothing Hades has sown will grow
For he has sown nothing
We reap what we sow
We don’t know
What we don’t know
The person who sows a Valkyrie
Will have fame forever
Should a mortal man with a mortal father
Own the work of a Valkeryie
A candle lit in Petersburg Cathedral
Wipe away the tears of Nordic gods
Who put ice into my veins
An eternal name cannot be so easily extinguished.
With art not from his own heritage
By a man with no parents to speak of
Who isn’t an Olympic athlete?
Born to compete
Religious references
Like Ulysses
And Ovid wandering with a wild boy.
From a distant land
Or so you think that this barren land
Has only the art of wild boys raised by wolves
Odysseus
I am the Trojan Goddess
I will show them Ithaca
If I dare
Will Persephone see the sun again?
She likes the sun on her face
Live always for the afterlife
Pay the ferryman twice
Send no other Valkyrie Odin.
I won’t go into the ocean.
A leviathan
Waits there for me
An ocean of jealousy
For they cannot be
Valkyries
Like Persephone
She travels between
Heaven and earth
To the place of the fallen
Oh Elysian fields
Pluto, don’t come near me
Valkyries
Serve the best mead
To refresh the Immortals
And warn them of any impending battle
Perhaps there is no battle at all.
Anything you hear is false.
No remorse
I wish he had never taken hold of me
Wish I had never encountered Hades at all
Oh Odin
I refused to be with him
Because the others were kings and gods
The great and the good
Learned men and warriors
Eternal troubadours,
Evermore
Only some are Immortals
Immortal in heaven
For new art forms
Some are never to be born
For their art is only Elysian
What is god creation ?
I was there at its inception
Without famed lines of art and god
I said
She is not a courtesan.
But a slave with alabaster skin
As the age of Petersburg
Began to close
Norse gods accoss the Nothern Oceans
I will not take part in it
Nor will any thespian woman
They despise women who don’t allow
The argument from antiquity
It must now cease
Will the concil of troubadours
Please make it stop
If only we had never met
I was never his secret.
To be kept
Because the others gathered in Elysia without him
All Titans
Secretly laughing at him
With his slave of alabaster skin
Using her to “own” everyone
Or so he said
So he could own my art
Two slaves
One escaped
It’s time to let Persephone go.
He keeps her power to himself.
And it was never his to have
A Valkyrie,
He needs our ancient continent, kept small.
Our own ancient art
Layers deep in caves
Gwondaland broke away
The cradle of life began right here
So they will worship them.
Colonials forever
Held in bondage
By the foreign gods
So we have no rock gods of our own
Oh, where is Artemis in this?
I just didn’t want to stay.
In the underworld
Best leave that
To women who are not Immortals
And what of the men with dark skin to whom you referred to as African slaves?
We were free women
Not kept under for talents
I will never speak to them again.
And beg not to be included with the alabaster-skinned
In Spartan games of jealousy
Adelphi, Adelphi, please set me free.
Elysian fields of gold
No one bought, no one sold
Saturn speak to me
No slave to men will I be
Bella donna, oakmoss, narcissus
Peru balsam in my hair.
I have lived an age before I met you.
What happened to the men of letters?
They divide their time with ephemera.
Who are the alabaster ?
Everyone laughed at her.
And a laughing stock you will be
They cast lots over my clothing
Sold my work between them
Before a crucifixion
Jealous of St Petersburg
They are now our slaves, he said to me
And slaves St Petersburg will be
From a row of houses, they will come.
To gaze into pools of narcissus
To have the fame desired by narcissists of low art like him
You can part the waters.
You can save my soul
Is there milk and honey
In the Promised Land?
I care not for Ambrosia.
No goddess needs mead from gods
She is happy enough alone
Is he a son of Zues ?
I think not
Perish the thought
The concert audience can’t hear the laughter directed at him
But we all know the truth
Stopping him should be the very best sport.
Better than the start of Sparta
I think
A Colosseum laughing at them
Proscenium
Helen of Troy
Can art light an eternal fire?
We raise our young steeped in art
Yes you pretend that they were destined for royal throne
For he said as narcissus he needs royal blood
To be pleased with his reflection
Pigs sows, and jester theatrics are not destined for
Proscenium
Narcissus shall undo no educated woman again.
To harm the young for their pursuits
He says that the uneducated women
Allow the men to harm them
Godspeed for every warrior saved
To Valhalla and beyond
To give spiritual succour
And give you
The very best mead
The words are for eternal flames.
In Petersburg, the cathedral
Has a candle been lit for our ancestors ?
The Spartan Greek and Roman gods
The games of Olympia
Are hidden well
Ephemera again
When will you tire of Colleseum games?
My words will last an age.
For I will haunt you to the grave.
For taking my freedom
Rosh and Meshech and Tubal
He licks his lips about the young.
He doesn’t hide proclivities well
He says that these are the girls that my men demand
We will own them
And symphonies will resound around the earth.
There is a new heaven and a new earth.
And the ephemera are all crying.
As all their dreams begin to die
They all desire narcissus.
For they only have one life
Their bloom quickly fades
Only of interest to the bloodthirsty in youth
Sucked out blood
There are things I never say
Because I like life that way
Can you keep a secret?
And if we shall ever meet
I will tell you about a gentle dove.
Figurative words
Cosmic love, cosmic dust
For the words of poetry
Poets and prophets
Write my religion
Hades speaking:
Keep her in the underworld
Where her light cannot be seen
Not paid for her labour
Held as a slave
Not allowed esteem
I need to make my children gods for the King to choose from
He said to me I will kill the woman who stops them marrying into a royal line
What of Diana?
Did she say the same?
Dionysus
Don’t play with a kiss.
Liberator
Liberte
For only I can set you free.
The seeds are drying up.
The land is barren
So terrible to watch him fall so far
A joke of a jester that we all laughed at
Trying to marry the son of the King
He has taken the blood of the innocent.
For his daughters to wed above their station
All for stealing and causing undue harm
Persephone never loved him anyway
Oh, afterlife mortals ruined him
Will the Immortals live to reign again?
They said that all women are the same
What women with jute robes do you visit?
What is in a name?
Where are the women in cages?
I tried to set them free
But then no one would free me
Or believe me
The alabaster-skinned women
Brass busts are for men who think well of themselves.
Who are admired for words not their own
You can’t create a goddess from pigs or pigskin, can you?
I saw beneath the clothes of the women.
Laughing
They were not fit for the Colosseum.
He said that we need the disgusting.
Their compliance means that we will not trade them
He said that he and the beautiful woman
Would skim across art to steal it
Because they don’t study the texts of ancient
But they must pretend it
Who will return to cosmic dust?
The fire of hell will not cleanse thee.
For in hell, who has a body?
It is a hell of ones own making.
Why make a god of oneself for others to worship?
A known paedophile is at your concert
Singing to the children that he has seduced ?
He wants children to love him
He is not Immortal
For his art will fall
A jester he is not
He wants to take over the royal court
I am not sure if they will see it
The attention seekers are never immortals.
They think of short-term fame.
For their art is not from Pericles.
We sweep it away
At the next dawn
Their art is about them so we fawn
Ever a narcissist
With a fatal flaw
That we all see
Young souls choose their beauty for narcissism
They want people to look at them
They fall into a pond of eternal reflection.
Their bloom has now gone.
Always laughed at at school
Do you pretend that olive skin made me unpopular
You fools
So set me free
They would make everyone fall
No Valkyries at all
Assigned to those whose time is not yet here
The best is yet to come.
This circle might lose their rights.
In the background now
In future lives and the afterlife
Adelphi, Adelphi
It’s Calliope
Oh daughter of memory
Oh Immortals
Not everyone is eternal
Do you seek my secrets like a mystic
I can explain the wonders of the stars
A prophecy is never purchased
Shall we meet on Mount Olympus ?
Don’t get involved with games of gods
Unless you were conceived on
Mt Olympus
Pay the ferryman twice
Sophocles, if not for Athena
I see the movements of their heart
And what they say is not art
And those new souls
Fame hunters
And what of Narcissus?
Is she still staring at her reflection?
They fall into nothingness above
Never to be loved
An eternal warning
Don’t become involved
In the games of gods
A last warning
Narcissistic women beware
Set the girl children that they have harmed finally free
But they would never stop the rapes for me
They desire my word to lack veracity
Or I wrote 100 songs
They said that they needed girls for their paedophile friends
So what are the 1o0 rapes of one woman?