The Daughters Of Erechtheus Poem by Steve Trimmer

It is the sixth century before the common era
Gynarchy is waning in Athens
Erechtheus is torn `twixt the ancient code of valour and
His lust for power
Praxithea loves him, even in his mire of mendacities
Demeter`s priestesses of The Eleusinian Mysteries still wield power And The Labrys of Amphtrite in Attica
Yet Zeus and Poseidon have duplicitous and vigilant eyes upon it

By some unexplained vicissitude
The Pelasgian White Goddess returns to the kingdom in three folds And in three forms
They are born into The Erechtheid Family
They would be the last defenders of the old code of Eleusis and
The Thesmophorian Rites
They are The Three Noble Daughters of Erechtheus;

They are; Otionia, Protogonia and Pandora.................................

Otionia, Otionia; Owl Goddess
The Maiden Athene
The sea still dotes for thee
Allay my fears

Protogonia, Protogonia; Creatrix
Polymath Queen Eurynome
From The Void, thou art Demiurge of all things
I will die for thee

Pandora, Pandora; The Crone Earth Goddess
Wise Rhea thou art
A jar of hope carries She
Not an interlopers box of sorrows

...........I awake from a nightmare which meets fruition
Cecrops would be king; Faugh! I say
The Labrys torn to a dichotomy of thunderbolt and trident;
These tools of divination
To be desecrated as weapons of war
Surely blood must not besmirch Her sacred axe

The Noble Daughters are all but forgotten
Like an ephemeral shadow; clinging like frost on a Spring morn

In mythopoeic fables of Olympia
The scribes efface their ascendancy
Demeter`s horse herds are now fettered, in fourscores
By King Erechththonius; Erechtheus`s daemon; his otherself; his weird

It can not be
Has this dream come to pass?
The Wind of Boreas blows in a dark age
An age of malcontent kings and.......................forgotten Queens

We are The Aloeids
We who must hide as rebels in our own lands
We tarry in these mountains, disdaining the new world order
Of King Cecrops
We bow not to charges of sedition
In our mountains we still pour libations
To The Three Brave and Noble Daughters of Erechtheus.............
The last Queens of The Golden Age
The last Queens of voluptuary shrines and righteous thought worlds

We repine
For The Craft of The Wise be now replaced with petty warmongering With fiefs of 'reason'

Cursed be this Age of Iron
Yet..........there is always great hope
Our Mysteries live on; as do our dead; blessed be
Our dead who linger in Elysium
Our dead hierophants who await rebirth in The New Age
A New Age of truth, justice and unreason