Gods and their puppets

The notes of pan's flute, set a wild tune.
A lusty melody that mortals can't resist.
On this mischievous music, no legs sat still. Limbs bound in unbidden rhythm , moved knavishly , dancing wildly obscene.

Bathed in celestial joy, pointing their fingers. Salaciouness in their eyes, the gods sat high on their thrones.
As Pan set his pipes alight with songs
The dance erupted to luscious hights.

There minds numbed ,focused only on primal needs.
Deep below itching, nagging a little voice stirred.
Battling the music's overwhelming lure,
with unpleasant realities voiced in words

But one who challenges the gods alone,
Is no less than a fly amidst there power
Soon Pan'sflute took full control with its enchanting tunes
Leaving the voice a lonely echo in the dark