The leaves were long, the grass was green,

The flowers and apples red and gold,

The world did have this silver sheen,

And the Hesperides knew they’d grown old.

 

And when God came from form and void,

He claimed he was the stronger.

The gods of old, they laughed at he

And shook their heads, no longer.

 

They cast God out, and he wandered long,

Trying to escape the blight.

He found the one that they could not wrong,

Deadly Nyx, immortal Night.

 

Night got bored of God, the light,

And kicked him out to suffer,

The daughters of Nyx, the Hesperides,

Said: “Blue’s never been love’s color.”

 

The Hesperides accurst God’s presence,

When he sought their glade.

But Arethusa enjoyed his luminescence,

And thought she had it made.

 

But then the years dripped by and by

The gods began to fade.

God took their works all for himself

And said: “Yes, all this I have made.”

 

He kept the Garden and kept the Blue

For the love he had for Nyx.

Though to be fair, if he incurred her wrath,

He’d be in an immortal fix.

 

He remade the Earth, and all was well,

Everything conformed just so.

But beneath the Earth was the Distant Prince,

And Harbingers he did not know.

 

They slithered up from the nameless void,

Never seen before or since.

Though the Way was shut, four made it through,

To bear the Distant Prince.

 

When God saw the Prince he panicked,

And cast out all his children.

For the Garden itself was sacred at last,

And not for them to be sealed in.

 

The leaves are red, the grass is gold,

The flowers and apples are gone,

And now the Garden is but a hue

Just God, and deathless blue.