Axis & Allies - damowords

Canto I
The poetʹs journey thro Hell
Invocation
I sat alone singing the Song of Man
& every beating heart swam through mine own,
A swirl of swans sang in the summer’s van
For I, a sentinel on Siva’s throne;
His lingam flows
Before me in a flame,
As lovely as the rose Persophone became.
Strange lights & stranger sounds rang out
Above the global babble,
My spirit turning inside out,
The mage in me must dabble,
Assuaging all my deep‐felt doubt,
‘Rise up from the rabble,’
& hope beyond all hope my soul might pass
The last oppression of the poet‐class!
This is no simple shepherd’s song
Once sung in Sicily,
For right or wrong we bards belong
In stranger company,
Sat at the feet of godhead, pledg’d before infinity.
War is energy enslaved
Arunachala
William Blake