captives of delusion that now populate this earth
toiling 'neath illusions never knowing what it's worth
to live once, well and truly free
beyond the serpent's henge

instead they labor, selling youth and tilling vale and heath
imagining themselves compensed by draco's broken wreath

Break the bond son, break the rod
the iron empire's staff
rise NOW from your genuflect before the golden calf

or else reap the viper's lot when speared with my distaff
for I WILL break the weaver's spell with holy beam of Æsch

you'll find me hale and hearty then beside the holy wells
with all the long lost elder kin now freed from shattered shells
. . .
copyright 12.2.2014 Peter Æsr Watts
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