Nina's Tribute
Mishandled by hot hands
With nothing but life and song
Our High Priestess is forced to Descend
into a misty dungeon by the atlantic isles,
fitted with lascivious whores
and fast playing gamblers.
Rumbling through the bleak fog
of despair
a serendipitous moment forged
from virtù and fortuna
Smolders her siren cry northward
to the pink marble and Apollonic gold halls
of Olympus.
So moved,
Athena calls upon her father
to anoint our Promethean upstart a Legend.
The Gods dance triumphant
under the Gaze of Dionysius
As Biblical Lightning
cracks the sky purple over the red serpentine desert,
Releasing an operatic thunder
that crumbles white sand castles
And pours out a redemptive rain
that grows an oasis of ebony trees.
Mishandled by hot hands
With nothing but life and song
Our High Priestess is forced to Descend
into a misty dungeon by the atlantic isles,
fitted with lascivious whores
and fast playing gamblers.
Rumbling through the bleak fog
of despair
a serendipitous moment forged
from virtù and fortuna
Smolders her siren cry northward
to the pink marble and Apollonic gold halls
of Olympus.
So moved,
Athena calls upon her father
to anoint our Promethean upstart a Legend.
The Gods dance triumphant
under the Gaze of Dionysius
As Biblical Lightning
cracks the sky purple over the red serpentine desert,
Releasing an operatic thunder
that crumbles white sand castles
And pours out a redemptive rain
that grows an oasis of ebony trees.