I Shall Dare

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I Shall Dare

Poem — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #24

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What meek villains hast Thou engendered O Sire,
Tutored by world clichés in shallow villainy
Growling and prowling like an animal in despair
Struggling to earn in Time a clutch of infamy!

Here arrives one armed with artifice of science
And all its formulae arcane to dazzle the dumb,
A pygmy trickster of instrument and device
To leave the spirit seeker bored and numb!

And here, the favourite garb of the human race,
The shallow prophet, the asura’s emissary,
Glorying in the sham of his dubious sacrifice 
To disarm minds and hearts into slavery!

Where gone the old giants in cast so typal,
The proud adamant brows that bowed to none,
They who barged into every celestial citadel 
And alarmed the gods to seek Thee, the One?

Oh perhaps it is thus, that I must rouse 
All the old scars now diminished and forgotten,
And when all is trampled in black ease
Thou wouldst efface and embrace me then?

Declare it so, even to this I seek Thy assent,
For the gory spectacle and the macabre ritual
Like the early savage so meekly did attempt,
All I would better and dwarf the old evil.

Even more I shall dare and alarm Thee in Thy chamber,
I shall drag my bloodied world and at Thy feet surrender!

Save Thy world, spare Thy men of such ill somehow,
Spare me these cycles and draw me to Thy feet now.