Ode to Atlantis
Neither by ship, nor on foot would you find
The marvellous road to the assembly of the Atlanteans.
Foreigners near and far away glance at it's towers, standing tall
In awe they look on at the glories of it's people
But they can never land on it's magnificent shores.
There, never the Muse is absent
from their ways: lyres clash and flutes cry,
and everywhere maiden choruses whirling.
Neither disease nor bitter old age is mixed
in their sacred blood; far from labor and battle they live.
There, never the philosopher burrows,
for his knowledge is spread by the winds,
and everywhere Gods' choruses whirling
bathing Atlanteans with their birth-promised grace,
bestowing upon them the treasure of wisdom.
A land where never a soldier hides, timid,
for the men of Atlantis stand brave on lands,
and everywhere cities sing them a chorus,
foreigners call their name in welcome as they march
shining like beacons, forging their own fate,
with valor and strength hand in hand.
Like rivers, it's doctors heal the pale,
no man is left weary, ill or struck by disease,
for everywhere the sick sing them a chorus,
speaking of their healing words and touch,
Truly, Hygēa's children one and all, they say.
The mountains and seas know when to part,
Afraid of what might come from an Atlantean child,
For the seas may be gone, and moutains ground to dust,
The very world may fade away, weak and old,
But God-given Atlantis would stand through it all,
It's people cheering the Gods back to their eternal home.
Glory to the Great Thalassocracy,
Glory to the people of Atlantis!
Arrogance - NUKE9.13: (1) NUKE9.13
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