In golden crown and white beard
the Emperor sits upon his throne.
In his right hand the crown of life,
in his left he decrees self-mastery.
All father, he governs and guards,
ruling with rock hard domination.
Yet we kneel with solemn thanks,
for only the Immortals rest above.
As a sound, long-standing leader
he valiantly creates eternal worth,
showing the poet how to achieve
true individuality in the universe.
Willing to lead rather than follow,
the poet writes with new purpose.
He who has been there, done that.
He who wears armour to prove it.
Fallen, we see the boy, not a man,
who blatantly refuses to grow up.
A puerile Peter Pan soaring high,
missing all control and discipline.
Childlike, lazy and full of himself
he still clings to his mother’s skirt,
where this rebel without a reason
becomes the bullying tyrant he is.
The Earthly laws are essential, for
even Heaven holds strict mastery
in order to bring stability into life.
Clearness of soul awaits each poet
who holds dear the blessed realm.
So all can be wise and enthralling,
the ego must encounter surrender
to bring the Hierophant into light.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2016