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Return to us from ancient time, oh
Son of Saturn;
Aritron the alchemist, who
squeezed coal into diamond eyes
to set into the grey sockets
of his stone children.
Regard our plight, oh
Son of Jupiter;
Bethor the medium, who
bartered among the spirits
to bestow longivity and power
to the worthy.
Strengthen our arms, oh
Son of Mars;
Phaleg the warrior, who
hardened the resolve of soldiers
through the battle madness
and on to honour.
Weigh down our treasury, oh
Och the wise, who
brought gold to the world
establishing value in the scales
and to our eyes.
Drop the veil so we may see, oh
Child of Beauty;
Hagith the lover, who
enchanted men and women
with spirit servants guiding
our fingers entwining.
Teach us so we may learn, oh
Son of Mercury;
Ophiel the messenger, who,
as holder of the philosophers stone,
created grand artistic wonders
through our crafty fingers.
Never leave us, oh
Son of Luna;
Phul the gatekeeper, who
whispers to the Goddesses.
Giver of silver and water spirits
to heal our aching minds.
With humble hobblings,
a congo line began
Ratcheting up to wild youthful circlings,
I am a bird of prey upon the world
descending in maturity to
a snake dance confined
within a 13 foot circle
upon cleansed ground
with wisdoms groaning load
to kill the Minotaur
and save the maiden
at the end of unravelled string.
Originally posted by Pellevoisin
What if the gods from the past returned today?
I would kill them. This is humanity's time, not theirs.
Former gods can take a hike to the burial pit.
Originally posted by oneiros
"Thor vol. 1" by Marvel. Thor decides to plunk Asgard down in the middle of Oklahoma.
"Ultimates vol. 1" by Marvel. Although I didn't particularly like it, in the context of the story, Thor develops a cult following, but is viewed by many to be mentally unstable, perhaps even an escaped mental patient.
... a scary, strange, and hallucinogenic road-trip story wrapped around a deep examination of the American spirit. Gaiman tackles everything from the onslaught of the information age to the meaning of death, but he doesn't sacrifice the razor-sharp plotting and narrative style he's been delivering since his Sandman days.
... Armed only with some coin tricks and a sense of purpose, (main character) Shadow travels through, around, and underneath the visible surface of things, digging up all the powerful myths Americans brought with them in their journeys to this land as well as the ones that were already here. Shadow's road story is the heart of the novel, and it's here that Gaiman offers up the details that make this such a cinematic book--the distinctly American foods and diversions, the bizarre roadside attractions, the decrepit gods reduced to shell games and prostitution. "This is a bad land for Gods," says Shadow.
Gods die, the very old ones who lose all of their followers. Why does Gaiman include their stories? Well, it certainly lends to the dark atmospherics of his book. I think he also wanted to show how these gods and their worshippers came to this land: some as traders; some in chains; some as warriors and hunters. Here, he says, here is how we ended up elbow-to-elbow with Odin and Ibis-headed gods, gods of the internet, and gods of the land. No wonder Armageddon is inevitable.