Opuss Rising

Tales have been told since the dawn of man,
Passed down to daughter and son.
Tales to warn or to inspire,
Or to teach how work gets done.

Ancient symbols sketched on a wall,
Depicting battles 'gainst beast and foe.
Heroes born and heroes made,
That's how mythic legends grow.

Tales still get passed 'tween kith and kin,
Our tablets no longer made of stone.
We have found a wall upon which to sketch,
Opuss sits proudly upon the throne.

An army of poets armed with words,
Both beautiful and surprising.
Brothers and sisters hold your head high,
Rejoice for Opuss is rising.