Pan’s Paths once trod now lie forgotten beneath the lines of ley
Nomadic rites and mother goddesses crossed rivers in India some say
Tablets cracked once foretold the tale—of Manuscripts sent to betray
And armoured ravagers would sing their histories while leading yours astray
Brackish waters in the troughs of deserts—kept distant Kings and Queens at bay
Persian days fought Syrian nights when djinns brought madness out to play
The ginnels were flooded with paucity new—and the hordes did but obey
Their masters tied with old ideals while their roots began to fray
Placed within the vast killing hills—the fates they could never delay
Harbingers and sprites danced a-merry while we were left to pay
No more lying was heard in truth—the pursuit rolled miles away
Though darkness came down on fields and cities the angels were praying all day
Though disbelief was done in good faith—and demons congregated to pray
The rituals were broken on the alters of lies where secrets so heavily weigh
Within the torrid bowels of man—dark mistrusts was here to stay
Carried by great ships to distant lands condemned to be left in disarray
Prometheus’ gift enlightening the spit of Zeus deep within the clay
Bowed down and disfigured we swear allegiance to the sad Gods in a display.
Kev Byrne has worked as a freelance TEFL teacher for 23 years in south Italy. Originally from London, he now works as the Happiness Manager, blogger, and photographer for Pilgrims Teacher Training through the summer months at the University of Kent in the U.K. He has held numerous photography exhibitions/workshops in Puglia in southern Italy and manages 12 photography Flickr groups (10,000 members worldwide). His passions include his three wonderful children, SLA, socializing, teaching, photography, art, comics, and making photography books, too. He can also be found just staring aimlessly out into space from time to time, enjoying the wind, enjoying the light…
