A sinner cannot test his weight By stepping on God's awful scale.

By reputation, you are wise, And you have counseled those oppressed

According to astrology, The stars arrange themselves to bind

He's cruel and stupid, and ignores His omened doom, pronounced, decreed,

Agamemnon gets his own poem. This came out of the previous one but it was getting kinda long for Instagram. Beside the Myceneans didn’t have dossiers and I wanted to keep the rhyme. "He’d give hi...

The ancients put tremendous matters On oracles and auguries.

Inspired by a Kalevala creation myth

Some thieves have burgled every house; The rich are sorrowing

A hungry alphabet will flock One word to several things.

Loquacious people love to spill Plump secrets they're too vain to keep.

Our senses fashion effigies Of a dead past, useless as guides

The strongest passions, joy and sorrow Contract the feelings like a vice,

The boy-king wanted to incinerate A fell and meretricious thryrus.

Appalled by the strife, misery, And grief that made my children sad.

Our undercroft had housed our dead Unseen, in gloomy sepulture.

In mainland meadows, flowers tempt, Yet spurn those animals they tease,

Clacking belongs to hollow shells, And echoes stilled, and tongueless bells.

A hungry alphabet will flock One word to several things.

One of their neighbors is afflicted With a fell spirit, lost, and doomed