The third voice

                                       By: Godsent Ogumu

If I dare to gaze into the long gone future

When immortality with his fist full with grains of dirt

 Molded life and its soul he sculptured from breath

Of his mouth

When the gods fear the corruption so eaten the soul

And the quest to seek what is unknown

When the lump of disobedience travelled down

The canals of its gut and unlocked the vocals of the third voice

The voice with which it probed and throbbed and finds answers

Not yet unfold

The first hides from goats were stretched

 Over the hollow woods

And the first steps were taken in the rhythm ever mysterious

 The third voice, the beautiful bard

 That became the fair dame who alone the holies defiled

And the gods do smile, for those feet sinfully smeared

Wouldn’t dare stand

For the voice with which they commune with the gods

Now for their own desire they use and satisfy vanity

What the gods drew pleasure from they shared in

Conjured up lovers so perfect to speak with accent

Not flawed even in the different languages it spoke

For their heartthrob they weaved melodies like

Fine purple silk that royalties adorn

And the gods’ secret they know

That the aching heart is only cured by lonely tunes

Sang from the depth of the heart

The third voice even the rebellious conscience

Its bounds it did break, climbing onto the threshold

Poking into the dark secrets of knowledge

And finding gifts the gods had hid in the gloom

It sang of a new way to go and let knowledge lead

Even the knowledge the gods wouldn’t dare

To leave in our charge

Its songs bend spears like lean broom sticks

Changed landscapes, lowered hilltops

And dragged the ever defiant mind

As it showed it the splendor of ideal morals

Battles were won with its songs

Captives were freed, as humanity trudged

On the quest to know what was good and evil

Years had gone and time had aged

But the path we still have not depart

Ideal as much as we can see have a head like despair

The way knowledge led was clearly doomed

The third voice, the romantic adventurer

 Looks for new boundaries as it sets new frontier

Leaping up against gravity and embracing the moon

This infection of knowledge the gods had feared

Could stir a reckless debauchery

Had into the fibers of its soul eating deep

Like maggots burrowing into the flesh of

A dead livestock

The grandeur that knowledge promises it explores

Even if it means treading the path of destruction

With the power it offers it united the nations

From language to language it knitted  

The limits, trinity does frown at in their wits

For they know, the higher you climb

The greater the fall that follows

Yet the lame songs we still chant

Nudging the lost soul into the crevices

Of dark loom, intoxicated with great knowledge

The third voice, the chief of the muses

That which had had the soul inspired

Points the light in every direction we have taken

We pray you take a look at the light eternal

And that immortal face distraughtly shaped

Before you wander too far to ever get back