She reigns supreme For new friend Sid

The old gods sleep they are not dead
Although neglected still they wait
for worshippers who long since fled.
Hope to regain their former state.

This hope they cherish as they dream
of pomp and power and sacrifice
and in their wakeful moments scheme.
But all their schemes will not suffice.

To reinstate their golden days,
The days when they held pride of place
and worshippers sang in their praise.
Before they fell into disgrace.

Invaders came with foreign gods.
Displaced the local deities.
Though some survived against the odds
and still were worshipped secretly.

As fashions change new gods prevail
and the old gods are driven out
But true believers will not fail
They know without the slightest doubt.

Although in public they comply
with dictates of authority.
This is pretence for public show
but deep within their hearts they know.

The Mother Goddess rules us still
though she appears in different guise.
She always did and always will.
She is all seeing and all wise.

10-Jun-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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