The Goblet Of Odin
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