Moated Waters Of The River Rhine

Turrets assemble saluting the nomadic Rhine, castles deeply footed in Goethe’s romanticized age honor the passing river as the dandelions sway to the knowledge of his wisdom, each quotable line embedded in the rock faults supported to this day. Faust’s pride and his quest to reach the zenith of knowledge culminating in one moment of exquisite bliss bitterly grieves the eternal price for this sweetened kiss. On how many foolish wagers do we try to renege in the sale of our soul importunely wished? Why did Prometheus defy the gods as worship starved charlatans who did nothing but enslave mankind? I pay homage to these ruins as archers string their line and their arrows fly through the mainstays of my ship immersed in the moated waters of the River Rhine.