Three Eyes Open

Greetings, young Seer
We are the serpentine emissaries
Of the Lord of Light and Music

With three eyes open
Prepare to receive
For your ecstasy and tragedy
The gift and curse of prophecy

We see
The Solar Lord imposes on thee! His offer is rebuked, and in his fury, he curses thee not to be believed

Family scoffs, friends scorn, strangers sneer! Who is this anarchist, this lunatic, this heretic

The greatest city falls! Kings and Queens put to the sword! Legions of heathens slaughter the soldiers, raze the temples, rape the maidens, murder the children

A great warlord ravages thee! The Lady of War and Strategy weeps, but she will not help thee

Be avenged young Seer, as Poseidon sunders the returning Legions

Thou art spirited away to live as a concubine and a slave under the supreme tyrant of Mycenae

Thou art, at last, slaughtered by the vengeful mate of the tyrant that enslaved thee



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Beauchesne
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