The Earth Gods

The Earth Gods

When the night of the twelfth aeon fell,

And silehe high tide of night, swallowed the hills,

The three earth-bods, the Master Titans of life,

Appeared upon the mountains.

Rivers ran about their feet;

The mist floated across their breasts,

And their heads rose in majesty above the world.

Then they spoke, and like distant thunder

Their voices rolled over the plains.

First God

The wind blows eastward;

I would turn my face to the south,

For the wind crowds my nostrils with the odors of dead things.

Sed God

It is the st of burnt flesh, sweet and bountiful.

I would breathe it.

First God

It is the odor of mortality parg upon its own faint flame.

Heavily does it hang upon the air,

And like foul breath of the pit

It offends my senses.

I would turn my face to the stless north.

Sed God

It is the inflamed fragrance of brooding life

This I would breathe now and forever.

Gods live upon sacrifice,

Their thirst quenched by blood,

Their hearts appeased with young souls,

Their sinews strengthened by the deathless sighs

Of those who dwell with death;

Their thrones are built upon the ashes of geions.

First God

Weary is my spirit of all there is.

I would not move a hand to create a world

Nor to erase one.

I would not live could I but die,

For the weight of aeons is upon me,

And the ceaseless moan of the seas exhausts my sleep.

Could I but lose the primal aim

And vanish like a wasted sun;

Could I but strip my divinity of its purpose

And breathe my immortality into space,

And be no more;

Could I but be ed and pass from times memory

Into the emptiness of nowhere!

Third God

Listen my brothers, my a brothers.

A youth in yonder vale

Is singing his heart to the night.

His lyre is gold and ebony.

His voice is silver and gold.

Sed God

I would not be so vain as to be no more.

I could not but choose the hardest way;

To follow the seasons and support the majesty of the years;

To sow the seed and to watch it thrust through the soil;

To call the flower from its hiding place

And give it strength to le its own life,

And then to pluck it wheorm laughs in the forest;

To raise man from secret darkness,

Yet keep his roots ging to the earth;

To give him thirst for life, and make death his cupbearer;

To endow him with love that waxeth with pain,

As with desire, and increases with longing,

And fadeth away with the first embrace;

To girdle his nights with dreams of higher days,

And infuse his days with visions of blissful nights,

Ao fine his days and his nights

To their immutable resemblance;

To make his fancy like the eagle of the mountain,

And his thought as the tempests of the seas,

Ao give him hands slow in decision,

A heavy with deliberation;

To give him gladhat he may sing before us,

And sorrow that he may call unto us,

And then to lay him low,

When the earth in her hunger cries for food;

To raise his soul high above the firmament

That he may foretaste our tomorrow,

And to keep his body groveling in the mire

That he may not fet his yesterday.

Thus shall we rule man unto the