Ballad of the Nascent Gods
Hail ye Gods of Avalon.
Hail ye holy chosen ones.
Mortal-born, to glory rise,
Now concealed from mortal eyes.
Hallowed Hatred, God of Pain:
Sacrificed for others' gain.
Raised by Love to learn defeat,
To be the meat the strong do eat.
Weep not for Hatred, Mother’s son,
By whose hand all love’s undone.
By whose hand the seeds are sown
Of woe eternal and woe unknown.
Weep for Sorrow, Mournful Maid,
Whose most beloved to rest was laid.
Who ever sits beneath dark cloud
And hides her tears behind black shroud.
Her song brings famine, ruin, blight.
Her loss consumes and snuffs the light.
She steals what she could never earn
And lives a lesson never learned.
Whisper Wisdom’s cold chorus,
Which tames the most tempestuous,
Makes men humble, heals the lame,
And strips the haughty of their claims
To greatness, glory, power, health,
To all that weakens Wisdom’s wealth.
Alas, his voice is seldom heard;
Few can bear to hear his word.
Indolence in silence sits
Without a hymn, which rightly fits
The nascentmost of nascent lords,
Too slovenly to strike a chord.
He offers tidings and good will
To those who ever eat their fill.
Pity those with empty plates;
Those pour souls, he sends to Hate.
Lady Love sings light to life.
But in her silk she hides a knife.
Sweetest words and sweetest gaze
Obfuscate the game she plays.
Love Lascivious, Love Profane,
Love Contrite and Pure again.
Love who offers what all crave,
Then drives most to a lonely grave.
Duplicity is King of Kings,
Of lies, deceit, and other things
That let the vile man’s morals fade
Behind a gilded masquerade.
“All is well. This is right.”
Darkest hearts disguised as light.
Witty wretches call him lord
Who glories in the most abhorred.
Hail ye Gods of Avalon.
Hail ye holy chosen ones.
Mortal-born, to glory rise,
Now concealed from mortal eyes.
Rise eternal. Rise supreme
Over us who ever dream
Of glories we can never claim.
The nascent gods shall ever reign.
