The Goblet of Odin privileged to the House of Lucifer <br />The Renaissance man first enters his castle with a flaming sword <br />Crafty Satan speaks softly, in the eyes of his opposer <br />Beaming with his jewels for eyes, 'To me you bore' <br /> <br />The Renaissance man falls into a pit of deep despair <br />Cornered between sin and grief <br />He cries out to the polymath, 'Free thinker, beware! ' <br />But, the inventor stands in disbelief <br /> <br />The inventor creeps into Satan's palace <br />Thinking that he'll sway Beelzebub to his state of mind <br />The Tempter shakes his boney finger at fair Daedalus <br />And the Athenian finds himself trapped in his own puzzle, so unkind <br /> <br />'None can stop the Prince of Darkness! ' he boastfully proclaims <br />As the frail woman progresses out of the unforgiving night <br />With the chivalry of an angel, she gracefully marches through his aphotic flames <br />'Devil be gone! ' she casts him away and all became so right <br /> <br />The woman stood with a bantam smile of pride <br />And she returned back to her dark, dark life <br />Witnesses range in the thousands the day the Devil died <br />Wretched weapons and cunning schemes won't kill the strife <br />It's the truth that wins every battle<br /><br />Jonathan Ross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-goblet-of-odin/
