No Mountain

A poem about a believer in the Greek Pantheon arriving in heaven rather than Olympus

It was no mountain.
The grandiose architecture
Was nothing more than a gate.
Golden, shimmering with light.
But where art thou Zeus?
Collection of Greek Legends?
Where is thine throne?
Where art thou brothers and sisters?
For all I see is a man.
A man!
Surely not fit for the greeting of shades
And souls.
And yet his presence grants me peace.
His smile that of solidarity.
Mine place was not questioned,
Or diminished ,
By a fool who wields the flashes
Of the sky.
O’ so be it then!
My praise may have been unjustified
To those who were birthed from
Forked tongue.
Though I know nothing of this place,
Good sir!
I cannot say thine choice to allow
Me to mingle with the rays of light
Was that of justification.
But I wish not to discover
The truth behind where
The Lord of the Damned
Dwells.

Author's Note

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