Cycladic Idol

Within cavernous lairs imprisoned Beasts of menacing teeth Where golden masks of death will grimace At offending greed Be that you fruitful in soil and wine The proud lands making love to the seas Bright sun of this world Grant me Sons untouched by flame Grant me the trees and the earth and the skies With the ever changing need For blood shroud stone Upon beauty in lands of salt Coitus is won over kine Catharsis Awoken from the deep to expel me