Eulogy for the gods

One of my first poems...it's been quite a while :)


‘Tis truly a sad day for the gods of yore,
When Zeus and Jove, lords no more,
Are swept away by industry galore.
When Quetzalcoatl asks not for blood sacrifice,
But lies dormant at the bottom of a rocky precipice.
When the breath of Amaterasu slows,
And archer Yu lays down his bow.
Forever it seems, as the winds blow.
‘Tis truly a sad day for the gods of yore,
When Vishnu and his seas of milk,
Are washed away by hoardings of gold and silk,
When Nataraj stumbles and Fate takes a tumble,
‘Tis truly a sad day for the gods of yore.