He was like Apollo: god of sun & light.
He was blessed with wisdom: so lucid & pure.
Cold, stern perhaps; yet eternal & secure:
The first one to see beyond fleeting shadows.
Unlike the disciples of Dionysus,
He was not a wild instigator of change.
Today he'd be considered conservative,
In this war torn world: that's not such a bad thing.
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