Black Vultures of Tartarus
Man,
high he stands, the day’s, stately dome
He
holds all life in stillness, in Earth’s sky.
Deep
down his heat, a reckless soul decries:
He
has found Tartarus, the Black Vultures home.
And
even deeper down, where imps, also roam;
Here
all his lusts in a caldron sea lie;
Here
he hears, strong mocking, of dead souls sigh!
Here
he gleams like an emerald’s sea white foam
…
And
most of all, joins the ungodly swarm—
As
all Tartarus envious of men prepare
To
bring more souls to their dome as one!
Their
hearts scornful of man’s living soul, dare
To
reach between Tartarus and the Sun.
Written 7-14-2014 (No: 4466)
