The Goblet Of Odin Poem by Jonathan Ross

The Goblet of Odin privileged to the House of Lucifer
The Renaissance man first enters his castle with a flaming sword
Crafty Satan speaks softly, in the eyes of his opposer
Beaming with his jewels for eyes, 'To me you bore'

The Renaissance man falls into a pit of deep despair
Cornered between sin and grief
He cries out to the polymath, 'Free thinker, beware! '
But, the inventor stands in disbelief

The inventor creeps into Satan's palace
Thinking that he'll sway Beelzebub to his state of mind
The Tempter shakes his boney finger at fair Daedalus
And the Athenian finds himself trapped in his own puzzle, so unkind

'None can stop the Prince of Darkness! ' he boastfully proclaims
As the frail woman progresses out of the unforgiving night
With the chivalry of an angel, she gracefully marches through his aphotic flames
'Devil be gone! ' she casts him away and all became so right

The woman stood with a bantam smile of pride
And she returned back to her dark, dark life
Witnesses range in the thousands the day the Devil died
Wretched weapons and cunning schemes won't kill the strife
It's the truth that wins every battle