O Grecian Urn of great perfection
Chiseled with time liked finely aged wine
You grow better despite Time's objection
The hands of the clock dost sculpt your climb

O Mountain of Olympus you rise like a God
A Statue of excellence polished with heights
Yet your Olympian feats stay rooted in sod
As you stretch to the heavens and bring down their lights

O thunderbolt of Thor your enlightening strikes with power
From the top of Mount Olympus you reign as a King
Your body is daily strengthened like an untouchable tower
With ramparts to thwart the river of Styx and its Sting

Styx remains in the valley of your mountain 
Meandering slowly with no guide and no life 
The clouds of unknowing rise like a fountain
Putting this river forever out of sight

There is only Life on that immortal mountain peak
Even Shamballa and ShangraLa remain below
It's a summit few reach though many do seek
But a Map is now here for each and all to know

The Map is the Way, the truth and the Tao
Lost in the forgotten Alexandrian ruse
but resurrected like Isis its here and its now
Let the games begin, Immortality is ours to choose!!!