Deus Sol Invictus Poem by Susan Marie Watkins

He comes from the East,
Exhaling energy,
Belching bolts of lightning,
Shooting solar flares from his eyes.
Wearing his rayed crown,
He slays dark dragons
While golden sheets of electricity
Ripple over his body
In crackling waves
Endlessly.

Emerging from the primordial egg
At the dawn of time,
Wrapped in his faithful serpent,
He bound Prometheus &
Left him throbbing & blinking
In his blinding, savage energy.

Then the priest unsheathed his dagger,
& Slayed the bull.
Splashing blood on the alter
In the candlelit underground grotto
To honor 'the light of the world, '
Born on the winter solstice,
The day of Sol Invictus,
December 25th.
In hoc signo vinces,
Said Constantine,
'The struggle for deathlessness
Must be free.'

And still we wait for him,
The lion-headed
Sustainer & giver of life,
The worker of miracles
Who stubbornly stays in heaven,
Nimbate, immense & imperishable.