As the Sun Rose

As the sun rose through the trees
he wondered somewhat timorously
if all things would be well
“all manner of things will be well.”

Never before had he had such doubts
in all manner of things to have questions about.
Will Rome burn once more while Nero fiddles?
Will we exist in a limbo of lying riddles?

Are we in a Shakespearean tragedy
or just a farce and a reality-show comedy?
Will Zeus open one urn and rain down woe
or will he open the other and let blessings flow?

Perhaps Odin will send the Valkyries
to lift the oppressed, those yearning to be free.

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