Olympus, And From This Womb Gave Birth

Olympus,
I will be a prophet and start a flame
regaled to burn above the reach of time
and reignite the glory and the pain
of the torch that burns brightest in my mind.
Here in this sanctuary by the trees,
I look on her, untroubled as if asleep
hidden in a maze of loitering clouds;
I glimpsed a wall, a thousand times as steep,
in its white faced beauty a quietness
that spoke of confidence and unequaled strength.
Twelve floating towers they themselves ordained
each with sculptured face, appearing some as fierce
most of gentle presence human tongues would praise.
Foundations to the very depths did pierce
the shale anchored to the mountain’s core
and from this womb gave birth,
thick plated gates of gleaming heartland gold
not composed from this young earth
but from far greater worlds.