The Sack of the Gods<\/p>\n
STRANGERS drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we;
\nI was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea.
\nUnder the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged meteors glow,
\nHotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago!<\/p>\n
Ever \u2019neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns begin,
\nWhen the swords are out in the underworld, and the weary Gods come in.
\nEver through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes
\nHe opens the eyes that are blind with hate\u2014he joins the hands of foes.<\/p>\n
Dust of the stars was under our feet, glitter of stars above\u2014
\nWrecks of our wrath dropped reeling down as we fought and we spurned and we strove.
\nWorlds upon worlds we tossed aside, and scattered them to and fro,
\nThe night that we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago!<\/p>\n
They are forgiven as they forgive all those dark wounds and deep,
\nTheir beds are made on the Lap of Time and they lie down and sleep.
\nThey are forgiven as they forgive all those old wounds that bleed.
\nThey shut their eyes from their worshippers; they sleep till the world has need.<\/p>\n
She with the star I had marked for my own\u2014I with my set desire\u2014
\nLost in the loom of the Night of Nights\u2014lighted by worlds afire\u2014
\nMet in a war against the Gods where the headlong meteors glow,
\nHewing our way to Valhalla, a million years ago!<\/p>\n
They will come back\u2014come back again, as long as the red Earth rolls.
\nHe never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think He would squander souls ?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The Sack of the Gods STRANGERS drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we; I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea. Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged meteors glow, Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! Ever \u2019neath high Valhalla […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":751,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3159","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-journal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3159","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/751"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3159"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3159\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3159"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3159"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3159"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}