At home (alone)

Mephistopheles, my friend,

Come sit here, by the pond, with me.

Let’s feast on the generous,

Although ever elusive, common sense,

The principle of all demise of man.

Let’s widow the everlasting

Golden sheep’s skin,

The pursued treasure of Jason, the fire bearer,

Stolen from the Philanthropist’s pyre

Of Love and Demise.

Let’s drink to Apolo,

Let’s leave all craters empty,

And renew the vows with the Gods,

The Olympics, Titans,

And even Saturn Himself.

Let’s rebuild all that’s twisted and distraught,

And, Mephistopheles, my friend, let’s,

Above all, feast upon the corpse of God,

That bringer of blood and hope to the masses.