He comes from the East,
Belching bolts of lightning,
Shooting solar flares from his eyes.
Wearing his rayed crown,
He slays dark dragons
While golden sheets of electricity
Ripple over his body
In crackling waves
Emerging from the primordial egg
At the dawn of time,
Wrapped in his faithful serpent,
He bound Prometheus &
Left him throbbing & blinking
In his blinding, savage energy.
Then the priest unsheathed his dagger,
& Slayed the bull.
Splashing blood on the alter
In the candlelit underground grotto
To honor 'the light of the world, '
Born on the winter solstice,
The day of Sol Invictus,
In hoc signo vinces,
'The struggle for deathlessness
Must be free.'