Minoans

Centuries of brine bestow upon us endless power and meat Tides are all the fortifications we need To trade with thee, you must sheath your swords Share your bounty or your bones will feed the coral All of the Aegeaen sea bows in the shadow of Crete Salinity births our prosperity Behind unassailable sands lie uncanny luxuries Centuries of bronze bestow upon us endless peace and meat Dominate the waves and fortress walls become obsolete

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Listen closely when mountains speak And skies turn gray like elders Thera quakes to clear her slate We will itch her skin longer Our island spits in disgust, not enough ships for us If only we had gills, we may have escaped Thera will be felt still thousands of years from now We have her ash in our pores still to this day Flocks of fire nested upon these homes Like the hooks we bait, Akrotiri was swallowed Millennia have passed and we still trip over her ash Thera will be felt still thousands of years from now We have her ash in our pores still to this day

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

How much is a palace worth? Far more than this mound of dirt Charge me what you will I'll still make out in the deal I'll buy the whole bloody island if I have to And turn the damn thing upside down There's more here than shards and bone I won't rest 'til my spade chips a throne I'll buy the whole bloody island if I have to And turn the damn thing upside down Too old are these ruins I will make some new ones

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

These walls faced no foes Nor challengers to the throne Harmony and peace, encased in a labyrinth of stone Frescos fall around us, and ceilings turn to dust As the incisors of destiny, sink deep into us All the pottery we painted, and the pillars we erected Will anyone ever know of them? For where we paved roads, and convinced water to flow is failing through the cracks again Our mastery of crop, and proto-government Will be buried in the memories, of no living Mediterranean We will be forgotten, we will be lost A sunken island, legend to none

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

As the ground finally ceases its violent tantrums We watch white caps grow like starving phantoms First the sea retreats like shrinking, diseased gums Baring its briny teeth before blocking out the sun We will be washed clean and torn asunder Crushed within our homes to drown in stone and lumber We will be washed clean and torn asunder Our culture swept away as we slumber We will be washed clean and torn asunder Moored no longer to centuries of comfort Like an invading state, water storms down our streets An infantry of waves, repeatedly sacking our cities First the sea retreats like shrinking, diseased gums Baring its briny teeth before blocking out the sun Each charging wave, higher than our palace walls Before my gaze, family and friends simply dissolve The sea is retreating, the sea is rethinking Its purpose for creating anything terrestrial The sea is swelling, the sea is groaning Its intentions are to reclaim us all

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

The means of our dominance wahes about our feet Our Bronze Age of progress slintered upon the reef Five days or fifty years, we'll soon be fate's debris Impatient nations north of here, hunger to make history With no means of trade, crushed is our maritime might Foreign sandals upon our sands, will we last the night? Five days or fifty years, we'll soon be fate's teeth Impatient nations north of here, hunger to make history What Gods do we turn to, which priestess do we believe? The ones who clutch snakes, or those who point to the sea? Every ship and sail swallowed by generous one A naval nation's stay of execution What will the Greeks think when they see what we've become? Delusion, chaos, and cannibalism

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

I soldiered to the top of the Acropolis With you, my love, strapped to my chest Before you saw year one, you saw the Parthenon And left a shark as a gift to the Gods Your sleep evasion, led to our nightly excursions Through the cobbled mazes of Athens You were startled by the barks of stray dogs, echoing off the ancient agora walls Thank the Gods of Olympus, that taverna's lights were still lit And the inn-keeper knew, which direction was best Before you saw year one, you saw the Parthenon And left a shark as a gift to the Gods

Record what transpired Don't let those who follow, deduce in strain Let the disc illustrate, why our children's bones are flayed Our axes fell not in vein When the water retreated, star shaped stomachs remained Digesting those too slow The rest were simply maimed Sadistic spines on hellacious hides A sting would mean, extra arms growing from your sides Ceremoniously, we severed each ill placed limb And buried them deep, so as not to crawl again Let the disc serve as warning Never unearth these graves For I fear our progeny, would sprout from the remains

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025