The Victory of Sisyphus

Oh God’s and Demons

Here my Cry!

A ceaseless stone

A thing alive!

My torture waits

A darkness falls!

The very ground

Seems to cry!

It burns thee

At every touch

It sucks thy life

At every step

My feet of clay

A thing unsaid

My eyes aglow

With driven hate

My hands move

As if possessed

My back arches

To life’s unrest

The mountain waits

An angry pose

A silent sepulcher

Fills they sight

An underworld god

Now shakes with spite

A quivering mass

To nature’s delight

Chaos reins

Freedom soars

The dark mountain

Awaits the storm

The stars to heave

A hearts desire

With agonizing steps

The god’s conspire

To punish hope

The god’s look on

For man alone

Stole their fire

With jealous rage

They seek revenge

A sudden slip

The shifting earth

A mighty groan

With each escape

Sisyphus falls

At heaven’s gate

With smiles of joy

A celestial dance

A prison waits

Outside these gates

For man alone

Takes each chance

For who has freedom

Or whose in hell

The god’s await

The spirit of man

We rest in peace

Or suffer in hell

True freedom only

Is ours to make

The dance of life

The art of death

So suffer not

In heaven’s wake

A lively death

Or deathly life

Each to his

A choice to choose

For freedom alone

Is ours to make!