The poet sits and twists the meter 'round  And in the glare you'd swear his smile was a frown  And Hermes there, he stares as the pages grow  And all are left to fend for their own    There was a time when he was in command  Now it seems that he is quite mad, so sad  There was a time when he was in demand  But now it seems that he is quite mad    The Titan took a look with leer  As Cronos split the world with a fear  Icarus has flown, he knows he is not alone  As Aries waits with hate upon his fiery throne    Do you now believe it?  There he is, the mad poet  Another page like the one before    Loki tricks his brother Thor  As he turns the metaphor  Odin makes the thunder roar    The Incubus doesn't know which way to go  The Succubus entices her weary foe  And Hera, in her spiteful way, allows Hades to claim the day    When he looks at what he has done he throws hie feathered quill away  No more wine, no more rowdy songs  The bell tolls to claim it's pawn    When does a man begin to live again?  When he is just a step away