Of God and Hyena (The Breeding of Hubris)

[Intro] I’ve taken queens from mountain halls, In golden rain or eagle calls. I’ve crossed through dreams and open doors— I plant the seed, then praise the wars. Let mortals sing of love or sin— I bear no guilt for what has been. Their fates are fixed, their tongues still plead— But their world exists for me to breed. [Chorus 1] I am Zeus, the voice of storm, King of gods, in every form. I’ve been the bull, the swan, the flame— And every hero still bears my name. I cross the skies to charm maidens— I gift my seed to bless women. I leave no trace upon the wind— The wombs remember where I’ve been. [Verse 1] I saw her dance where ruins fell— The hyena crowned in smoke and spell. Her laugh was bright, her stance defied— A creature carved to mate with pride. No poet ever spared her a line, Yet I would grace her to carry mine. No Muse nor Nymph has stirred me so— A child by her would shake the world below. [Chorus] I am Zeus, the hungering storm, King of gods, through every form. I’ve been the eagle and the golden rain— And still they moan to speak my name. I fall like dusk on virgin skin— I make their blood pulse deep within. They never see the shape I’m in— The wombs remember where I’ve been. [Verse 2] I came as bull, with sturdy back, My MOO was strong, my flanks were black. She kissed me slow, she heaped my praise— Then rode me hard through thorn and haze. She sang, she laughed, she stroked my side— And milked the scepter I can’t hide. I closed my eyes and gave her all— A thundered load, a titan’s call! [Bridge] She cooed, “You’ve worn the bull, the swan, the hound— But don't she-goats make the sweetest sound? Their scents are ripe, their haunches tight— They bleat in my dreams every night.” I smirked and let the shift begin— My frame grew lean, with velvet skin. With teats hung low, my stance was wide— A nanny swaying side to side. [Verse 3] She licked my neck and nipped my flank, I shivered, proud, and held my stance. I sensed the promise in her hands— 'Nother milking soon to rouse my glands. She brought the pail I’d filled before, And slid it gently on the floor. I bleated once, then twice, then cried— A heat I’d never known inside! [Final Chorus] I am Zeus, the fool who bleats, King of gods, swollen of teat. I’ve been the bull, the swan, the flame— Now roped a she-goat, meek and tamed. Taurus seeded Capricorn, by her caress, Hero, god, or monster kicks within my tender press. Yet still my hunger yearns unseen— My womb remembers where Scuzzy's been.