By Thomas Page
The night painted sky showcases
Many sparkling unique lights.
You can draw anything from these
Dots flanked by moons and bright planets-
Warriors, animals, and gods.
You can try to foresee future
Events under timeless, twinkling star
That were, are, and ever will be
At the end of every sword lies
Villains falling like flies. Swatters
Divinely ordained smite suitors
Of Fortuna’s random wheel.
For every Odysseus
An Antinous, Penelope,
A grieving father. Epics have
Wonder, disaster its actors.