Saturday 21 May 2011

The Astronomer’s Theory, Part One: An Impossible Love

To understand the present situation
One must look into the stories of the old
Before the world we know took shape
Everything about that story must be told

There were two children born from gods
From their father’s two keen eyes
We know them as the sun and moon
Girl from the left, boy from the right

But soon she fell in love with him
And went to tell her secret love
But when he heard about this thing
He ran away to distant lands
He said that he is just enough
For this world to be burnt away
What if they go on with their love
And have their children on the sky?
There will be so much more to take
And everything will burn to ground
The world will disappear fast
In smoke and ash into its dusk

He ran away to unseen lands
He travelled up and down for long
And in the brightest hell he saw
The punishments for secret love
But when he visited the heaven
And saw how happiness takes shape
He felt an urgency to go
And make the moon his big mistake
But now the faith is playing harsh
And she don’t want him anymore
But where there’s hope there is a plan
He went and knocked at future’s door

He built the longest bridge for her
Just she could walk over the sea
To reach the distant untouched land
And live there for eternity
And then he built a castle on the shore
With towers that could reach so high
To take them closer to their home
Up there into the endless sky
She changed her mind and came to sense
And everything worked for the best
They were prepared to live as one
But then he interfered at last

The god of everything that is
Separated them forever
He placed them into other worlds
So they could never be together
He told him he could run the sky
And try to catch the one he loves
But this would never come to past
For she is running too as well
And so they ran for all their lives
You see them up there on the sky
Trying to reach the other’s trail
Boy in the day, girl in the night

Saturday 14 May 2011

Temple Of Light And Darkness

Written in pictures on the walls
There were engravings made by foreign people
If they would come somehow to life
Maybe they could have seen across the riddles

All secrets hidden
All answers lost
Behind engravings from the past

Each chamber bigger than the last
Imposing nothingness on smaller beings
The columns that might reach the sky
Surpassing each and every single limit

All secrets hidden
All answers lost
Between the vastness of those halls

Temple for the light and darkness
Built by the gods to watch the sky
Control the possible mistakes
That could occur and alter life

There sit an old astronomer
Entrusted with a sacred task
A watchman for the endless blue
That holds above the glowing stars

They found him in a hidden room
Gasping for breath, tied to the bone
They gave him food and water too
So he could tell about his role

Sunday 8 May 2011

The Fight Begins

Awaiting at the entrance stood the werewolf
And he was laughing at the heroes’ numbers
He howled once again and from the forest
Appeared every kind of nature’s creepy product

They were encircled by a ring of dancing teeth
And back in back the heroes took a stand
Bewildered by the paralyzing screams
Praying and hoping and so the fight began

Jumping
And blocking
Protecting one another from the coming strokes
Attacking
And striking
The enemies were coming in waves and rows
Running
And hiding
From the blows and hits that were to strong
Preparing
And waiting
For the perfect moment to take their tolls

They got the quakes
They got the waves
They got the fire in their hearts

They got their hands
They got their legs
They got the beating in their hearts

They took them down, the allies of the werewolf died
The blood of enemies already frozen on the ground
Their leader cowered out and took shelter inside
Perhaps preparing traps to take them down

But this fight was a triumph for the better kind
And though the victory requested to be proud
They could not celebrate or sing some songs
Cause water was already frozen on the ground

Sunday 1 May 2011

Unknown Enemy

The stars were not aligned that night
A day before the Lord was born
And all the signs were meant to warn
That day was not the perfect one
After the line that brought to them
Six daughters one after another
He came onto this world a boy
And he was named after his father
Not Bento, no, he wasn’t called
And so not safe from destiny
He had black hair onto his head
The colour of his future deeds

And on a Friday summer night
He slept outside just for a change
And so the fullest moon was there
Shining directly on his face
That’s when he knew about his fate
That’s when he felt the urge to kill
And a desire to reap flesh
Began to take the best of him
The strangest urge got in his mind
He had to do it for his needs
And a desire to eat flesh
Got in his head, refused to leave

The first time when he changed his form
Was like the living hell on earth
His jaws were shut, he could not speak
And just for blood he felt a thirst
Just as a rabid-like disease
His eyes were sparkling in the dark
As he was looking for some help
His breathing got extremely loud
Hair became the clothes he wore
His limbs were moving on their own
His face transcended to a grim
Over himself he lost control

But he got used to this new life
And soon began to praise its goods
He got himself another name
One worthy that reflects the truth
From that day he was Lycaon
Just as the cruel king long gone
That stood a mad man before Zeus
And served him the meat of his son
The only drawback was the moon
That never was full on the sky
When he needed this the most
When it was critical to shine

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