Once Upon a Time

The huge blue skies hung, skanky

With Lord Thor’s last thunderbolts

Flung godhot from Asgard’s heights.

The wine-dark oceans wandered

Dizzying depths, carved the coasts

With Neptune’s terrible tongue.

The misty mountains trembled

At deities’ deathless tread,

Peaks crumbling like crushed paper.

Now, we behold beliefless

Beauty, damned distant echoes

Of archangels in our ears.

And now for a sudden outpouring of banal prose...

I'm back, dear readers, after having bitch-slapped my wayward muse into submission.  I never meant to take such a long hiatus, but then I never "mean" lots of things that I do.  Thanks for checking in over the last month--please keep coming back, as new attempts at music will emerge.