The ‘It's not a Halloween poem’...poem.

The ‘It's not a Halloween poem’...poem.

The humid spell

Was broken

With hailstones

Pounding the boardwalk

Wild was the wind

Blowing the treetops

Inside out

Old-timers

With gnarled limbs

Strained with the effort

Of defending their turf

Against the old Gods

Ripping up the sky

Between them

Prometheus set

A soul on fire

They will never forgive him

Oceanus spread a wet blanket

To stymie the Titans,

Thunderbolt and Lightfoot

Forgot they were a

Hollywood fiction

Zeus lost his cool

Silly old fool

And what happened

To Helios when he was needed

Oh…good heavens

Here comes the Sun king.