In A Declaration of War
by Michael Doyle

Titans are unleashed in a vision
Dreamed without the requisite precision
To dare to say what it really means
This then is the way of such types of dreams

King Hyperion seeks to rule over mankind
But as with all tyrants, he is blind
This is why oracles pray for the lost
For they alone can foresee the costs

Of a war fought in the heavens of immortality
But such are the ways of those who find fatality
Acceptable in time's waves of ebb and flow
Where angels fear to tread, in the times gods know

That the eons of hellish separation
Will reemerge in the strength of its desperation
War is the way of those no longer able to be kind
Whose eyes have seen too much and are now blind

The Sibylline Monastery falls to easy conquest
When the virgin oracle no longer passes the test
Pleas for mercy are greeted with degrees of violence
And the gods no longer offer their benevolence

Salvation is wished for in this heap of madness
That cannot end in anything but chaos and sadness
Still, the savage Titans call the gods out by name
While viciously setting the priests to unholy flame

The aim being the reign of gods must come to end
And the depths of Hades shall rise to contend
That such folly is no longer, if ever, needed
And the demands of the gods are no longer to be heeded

(c) July 28, 2023  Michael Doyle
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