Venus's Revenge-(Vested Interests) Part 5

Venus's Revenge-(Vested Interests) Part 5

A Poem by Nautili

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"My plan from the start,"

Mars told Vulcan, "is to snuff the Sun,

Turning it black as Pluto’s cold heart

With a highly ignitable fire bomb.”

 

Vulcan replied, “Your plan is to fight fire with fire?”

Vulcan posed with an air of aplomb,

“Then you need the help of a goddess

You have not recruited as of yet,

Vesta, the goddess of fire,

For this task, she is the best you shall get.”

 

“Yes, indeed you are right,”

 Exclaimed Mars,” of course…..“The Queen of Scorch!”

“Have Mercury summon her this very night!

As proof it is not a trap, but my request,

Have him take my war horn.    

How could I have been so short of sight?

For the fire goddess, for this, truly is the best.”

 

Vesta, “The Queen of Scorch”,

Had managed to stay uninvolved in plans of war.

Yet secretly for centuries held for Mars a torch.

When he seeked out her aid, she was deeply torn.

 She came nevertheless,

Her strength of loyalty and emotion

Put to its ultimate test.

Vesta gave hesitant cooperation,

For she had much trepidation

Regarding what it would mean if Mars was

Successful in this covert operation.

 

Explained Vesta, “We are utilizing the gaseous vapors contained in the sun,

For they will ignite with our fire bomb like,

(Using an earthly euphemism) “a Molotov cocktail,” if you will.

When we throw the fire bomb, containing phosphorous pentoxide

 And sulphur dioxide, it will combust…….. and the sun’s flame killed.”

 

Mars followed her thought’s train,

"Thus disabling, the Son God, Apollo.

Alas, we cannot kill “An Immortal One”,

To borrow from the Greeks, which we love to do,

Apollo, like the burning phoenix, will rise again

From the ashes of the sun.

Yet we can certainly injure him for a season.

In the meantime, from Jupiter’s perpetual reign,

We will openly declare treason.”

For helping Venus keep her revered position,

For himself (and others on the council),

Was not this war’s only reason.

 

The looming question many were afraid to unearth,

But weighed heavily in the air until Vesta finally ventured forth,

“What will this mean for vulnerable planet earth?

They are dependent upon the sun’s energy for their lives,

They navigate by the stars to the other side of the world,

The moon’s pull affects the ocean’s tides…

This will be the end of the living world!”

 

The war council was silent, not a single word was spoke.

Finally Mars said, “We can not always worry about frail mankind,

They have ceased to worship us; they worry only about their own needs and desires.

We have our own needs and desires, as well. It is high time that we awoke!

It is time to act for ourselves as well,

and after all this time,

Put them forever out of our mind.

Let Pluto and Proserpine take care of them in hell!"

 

Upon hearing this, some on the council openly opposed this course,

Still the fateful strategy for this malevolent war unfurled.

For diverting this rapid river was impossible now,

It had quickly gained in strength and force,

And would soon overflow upon the hapless world.

The question now on many minds in this final hour,

Apocalypse.....for this?

But surely this plan would usher in a new reign of power. 

© 2010 Nautili


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Well...I can tell you straight away that Apollo is never going to stand for this...and while Mars might be the god of war...he's no match for the wisdom or the strength of Apollo. I can see him whispering in the ear of Zeus as we speak...I think this conspiracy will be shortlived.

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