Peace Among Gods

This little poem just came to me. Read into the symbolism however you wish, I only ask that you enjoy! Please, if you like the poetry, share with friends via your preferred method of social networking, and brace yourself for the next one!

     - James O. Cannon

Peace Among Gods

By James O. Cannon

Darkness sets in like a roaring storm.

Black clouds illuminated by Zeus’s bolts

Fill the sky of the abyssal plane torn

To pieces by the fury of Odin’s colts.

Young horses gallop through the darkness, so black,

Struck down one by one.

Odin swears that he will get them back,

And spurns with hatred while Zeus has his fun.

The pantheons battle from Denmark to Greece,

Destroying everything that lay in their path,

Leaving a trail of dead soldiers at their feet,

Further inducing each god’s wrath.

For their people, these gods do care,

A fact of which many men are unaware.

Odin calls upon his beloved Freya for aid,

Whom eyes Hera with a hateful glare.

She lunges forward with her blade,

But the blow is parried and sparks flair!

Swords of platinum fly amongst the gods.

Nords against Greeks fighting for all time.

Men die and thunder roars while Oden and Zeus sit at odds,

Treating the very notion of peace as a crime.

After an eternity, blows finally strike,

Oden and Zeus pull each other’s blades from each other’s heart.

They eye one another with more respect as they find they are alike,

And decide with little debate that a treaty may be smart.

Since those days, log ago, there has been little strife,

The gods have gone their separate ways and let themselves live a peaceful life.