By Richard Mather
I am an idle king, a hollow king
With the wind and sea at my back,
Whose shade walks among the dread bones of Hades.
My ghostly beard is long, long.
Once in time I left my island home
With a glut of fishermen, meat and libations;
But bad fortune found us
Amidst the seas
And we were not ready.
I do not exist, oh moon.
I do not exist, oh little stars.
And yet I have dreams
In which I sing with a voice,
But even that is small, dry and pale.
I wait for the gods to come back
I have waited for centuries,
For millennia, but they are long gone,
And there are no more myths to speak of.
I wait for release, oh sun,
I wait for release, oh little stars.
Help me rise from this life to the next.
Do not leave me fatally
And finally
Stuck.
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