H2O Creation
12-10-2009, 12:17 PM
The shadows emerged from the surface, on the crystal clear waters.
To succumb the delicacies that filled the air, waiting their fate.
The breeze swept from wave to wave against the tide.
Holding back the grace of the emerging predators, in all their rhythm and rhyme.
When the conflict came to blows, the air was scattered.
Leaving nothing but dust that dispersed and shattered.
Mimicking on the shores, young boys stood tall.
Fighting each other with wooden swords, until one fell short.
The dried dusty shore would bellow with smoke, as the boy on the floor would choke on the yellow mist that would surround his throat.
“Mercy" Said the boy as he lay on his back.
With his enemy standing upon him with the sword pointing flat.
It was coming to mid day with the sun glaring yellow, which shone behind the boys head making his hair bright spark with a whitish yellow.
The boy on the floor then trembled some more as he thought the boy above him was blessed by the God’s with his glowing light, that lifted his flight.
A few minutes went by with one standing victorious and the other left wanting with no way to turn.
Silence grew upon and then the wind stopped to a halt like a bird of prey would for its meal.
From the distance a rumble like thunder approached the two boys. Leaving them both quite startled as they were blinded to see.
Nothing but water and the glittering glimmer they caught from the sea.
A voice came behind them of maturity and might.
“What do we see, two boys in a fight” the man dropped from his horse and laughed at each as they both stepped back.
“Do you like stories of fighting and voyages at sea?” the man inquired. “If you do I have many to tell, but are you older enough for the dark depths of hell?”
the boys stopped back tracking and picked up their swords. They sat down on the beach with a moment of pause.
“Do you have no tongues or words that will let you speak because if you don’t I can always send you back to your mothers and take those instruments from your paws.”
“We do, we do” announced the stronger boy. “Tell us of adventure and of Gods and war.”
The man smiled with a roguish grace and kneeled down on one knee to begin his tale of mystery and fate.
The sea was treacherous and the God’s were irate. We had no hope to survive this voyage of hate.
Our captain was strong and made us go forth as the rocks around us closed in, like the point of an arrow head hitting its board.
The skies were a greyish black full of water that crashed on our deck. The wind blew strong with titan’s anger giving us little hope.
How would we see our daughters and sons playing in those yellow streams singing their prose?
In all our darkness purity appeared with the sound of angels amongst our fears.
Bright lights shone around us that gave us hope yet we were unaware of our fate ahead.
The harmonious tune of such beauty filled our ears which engulfed us into a certain death.
We hit the rugged rocks that pierced our bow.
The murky waters below leaked into our veins causing havoc amongst our fellow.
“I know this tale of despair. It’s like a diamond that causes hate.
I think it’s the Sirens, the daughters of the river god Achelous. Is it true? Is this what you say?” the victorious boy remarked.
The man stood up full of surprise with the knowledge of a boy so small and so green.
He looked at the boy and tilted his head sideways and replied. “May I ask your name my young fellow.
“ I am Odysseus the son of Laerties the king of the Cephallenians.” The man took a step back not expecting the tongue from a lion.
To query such tale would mean death to his name, so out of respect or fear he gave courtesy to such flame.
Odysseus forty years on from standing by the sea turned to the man next him with a pledge of strength and a tender sense of nostalgia.
That day I stood in front of my mirror seeing a man of such worth fall to his feet with a mention of a name.
I then knew that life would not be an easy one as my heart beat strong standing on that beech I knew that one day my destiny would finally entail.
The darkened figure replied to his master. “What is your destiny?” Odysseus looked upon his face and said “It’s not your job to find my destiny but to find the path that leads you to yours.
Go forth and find your lead and when looking back make sure your lead is of a respective path laced with light and beauty. Now enough of these tales of past we have a fight to adhere to, and win we shall.”
To succumb the delicacies that filled the air, waiting their fate.
The breeze swept from wave to wave against the tide.
Holding back the grace of the emerging predators, in all their rhythm and rhyme.
When the conflict came to blows, the air was scattered.
Leaving nothing but dust that dispersed and shattered.
Mimicking on the shores, young boys stood tall.
Fighting each other with wooden swords, until one fell short.
The dried dusty shore would bellow with smoke, as the boy on the floor would choke on the yellow mist that would surround his throat.
“Mercy" Said the boy as he lay on his back.
With his enemy standing upon him with the sword pointing flat.
It was coming to mid day with the sun glaring yellow, which shone behind the boys head making his hair bright spark with a whitish yellow.
The boy on the floor then trembled some more as he thought the boy above him was blessed by the God’s with his glowing light, that lifted his flight.
A few minutes went by with one standing victorious and the other left wanting with no way to turn.
Silence grew upon and then the wind stopped to a halt like a bird of prey would for its meal.
From the distance a rumble like thunder approached the two boys. Leaving them both quite startled as they were blinded to see.
Nothing but water and the glittering glimmer they caught from the sea.
A voice came behind them of maturity and might.
“What do we see, two boys in a fight” the man dropped from his horse and laughed at each as they both stepped back.
“Do you like stories of fighting and voyages at sea?” the man inquired. “If you do I have many to tell, but are you older enough for the dark depths of hell?”
the boys stopped back tracking and picked up their swords. They sat down on the beach with a moment of pause.
“Do you have no tongues or words that will let you speak because if you don’t I can always send you back to your mothers and take those instruments from your paws.”
“We do, we do” announced the stronger boy. “Tell us of adventure and of Gods and war.”
The man smiled with a roguish grace and kneeled down on one knee to begin his tale of mystery and fate.
The sea was treacherous and the God’s were irate. We had no hope to survive this voyage of hate.
Our captain was strong and made us go forth as the rocks around us closed in, like the point of an arrow head hitting its board.
The skies were a greyish black full of water that crashed on our deck. The wind blew strong with titan’s anger giving us little hope.
How would we see our daughters and sons playing in those yellow streams singing their prose?
In all our darkness purity appeared with the sound of angels amongst our fears.
Bright lights shone around us that gave us hope yet we were unaware of our fate ahead.
The harmonious tune of such beauty filled our ears which engulfed us into a certain death.
We hit the rugged rocks that pierced our bow.
The murky waters below leaked into our veins causing havoc amongst our fellow.
“I know this tale of despair. It’s like a diamond that causes hate.
I think it’s the Sirens, the daughters of the river god Achelous. Is it true? Is this what you say?” the victorious boy remarked.
The man stood up full of surprise with the knowledge of a boy so small and so green.
He looked at the boy and tilted his head sideways and replied. “May I ask your name my young fellow.
“ I am Odysseus the son of Laerties the king of the Cephallenians.” The man took a step back not expecting the tongue from a lion.
To query such tale would mean death to his name, so out of respect or fear he gave courtesy to such flame.
Odysseus forty years on from standing by the sea turned to the man next him with a pledge of strength and a tender sense of nostalgia.
That day I stood in front of my mirror seeing a man of such worth fall to his feet with a mention of a name.
I then knew that life would not be an easy one as my heart beat strong standing on that beech I knew that one day my destiny would finally entail.
The darkened figure replied to his master. “What is your destiny?” Odysseus looked upon his face and said “It’s not your job to find my destiny but to find the path that leads you to yours.
Go forth and find your lead and when looking back make sure your lead is of a respective path laced with light and beauty. Now enough of these tales of past we have a fight to adhere to, and win we shall.”