Nature becomes ritual a dance to myth
Controlling the turn of pages of religion's pith
Music of metaphor, maestro's baton
Magic in the magicians wand
To temple of Diana, deep are the woods,
A carving in stone of all man's shoulds
Here a fleeing slave having torn a branch from the sacred tree
Defeats the dying god in armed combat's victory
A god's blood sacrifice crops guarantee
A new king anointed at the woods of Nemi
Cut from the belly of a dying sun
Religion born, poetry begun
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: January 11th, 2026 03:21
- Comment from author about the poem: Nemi associated with the temple of Delphi. Here the king of the woods held his position until a challenger could kill him and take his place. Within recorded history he would sleep on his sword in the woods. This was noted by Sir George Frasier in his book The Golden Bough.
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