A Modern Invocation

(This one is inspired by a piece that an old friend/deranged, pathologically lying narcissist once wrote. It was an invocation in the classical style, containing the usual literary references to Greek mythology, Tristan and Isolde, and the like. I got to thinking about it, and realized that there was no real reason to assume that one’s “muse” could not visit her with myths of more recent vintage. I hope that it works, in spite of the fact that it’s a bit of a mess of jumbled pop-culture references.)

A Modern Invocation

Come, O Muse, upon swift wings

And whisper words of many things

Tales of wonder, wit and fear

Impart of them into mine ear-

Of mighty Krypton, dark and dead

Its far-flung son in blue and red

Of bold starship, quitting dock

To face wrath of Khan through wit of Spock

Of Jekyll who, with noble goal

By drinking potion split his soul

And Frankenstein, admitting none

Gave rise to monster, without a one

Of dead Cthulhu, who in R’l’yeh lies

E’er waiting for his chance to rise—

Of all these things, and many more

Relate O Muse, I thee implore!

For though the world be an endless sprawl

Of shifting sands which rise and fall

And modern myths be but latest row

On sediment packed far below

So long as man lives, it be his fate

To hear of stories and then create!

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About thevenerablecorvex

I have the heart of a poet, the brain of a theoretical physicist, and the wingspan of an albatross. I am also notable for my humility.
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