Ode for Lord Prospero, the God of Trade

By: Torgak Posted on: August 18, 2005

A fine and gleaming circlet
of pure silver and gold,
emblazons the Divine
whose richness can't be told.

So full of gems His palace,
ablaze with such a radiance
more each of them is worth
than all the gold of Sapience.

Lord Prospero, the Wealthy,
the most astounding treasure
gleams surely in Thy halls,
so precious we can't measure.

When in a market-place
his wares a trader sells
and for a good bargaining
coins chime as tinkling bells

there in Thy Godly dwelling
Ye happily rejoice,
and maybe Thou shalt bless
those merchants with Thy voice.

Be it the frosty pilgrim
purchasing hiemal cover,
or the romantic sweetheart
a necklace for his lover,

be it the fighter looking
for a new glaive though cheap,
or prince among the wealthy
a really royal keep,

to Thee they tender honour
oh loftiest God of Trade,
and till Achaeans haggle
Thy glory shall not fade!