A prologue written in verses. A sneak peek. |
HELOISE AND SELENE As the world came from muck and clay Shall the gods reigned the realm at play The grinning darkness whirled at its bay Wicked Chaos stirred despair in the fray. So their immortality never lasts long That mortal hosts be used for their longing souls Reborn of memories that were never theirs An existence different from before The agony of their unending lives writhes more Like an eternal flame closed in a lamp Which Thanatos refused to claim in his arm. Hail forth to the three daughters of Zeus They who spin the yarn no god can ever loose Like the web of a worthy spider Ensnaring anyone who would wander Once laid down, yes, that deadly trap Not even the most powerful would dare drop And find his way out. Hail forth to the three daughters of Zeus They who decree fate every god fools Which never fails to live and pass So they come forth as they must As they were the decrees of the Fates Weaver of fate. No god ever touches. Hail forth to the three daughters of Zeus They who snip the yarn death pursues Together with the old and young yarn, that cruel shears Always bringing everyone’s end Severing the cord of life no one can mend Like a dripping honey with its bitter taste The poisoned treacle kills mortals with regrets As to the gods, their fading existence. Now, their cruel song echoes with bitter tune As their lives hang at their whim. Clotho, the spinner of yarn, Decreed his birth Lachesis, the disposer of lots, Decreed her to meet him And Atropos, who has the shears, Decreed them to tear each other. And so their tale had been written, To become murderers of each other With time no one knows when With fate no one can alter. And so their tale had been written, To become murderers of each other With both yarns knitted together Tied and sealed with a single knot Shall be severed in one cut Woven slowly, stitch by stitch As they knew nothing about it. Little candlewick sitting on a melted candle My life just as small for its flame to dwell As a cruel witch snatched my freedom away And forced me in this farcical play She is holding my release For the sake of being her apprentice. Across the heavens, I am called priestess Ancient mortals worshiped me as their goddess But this one addressed me as a witch And he did so without a single flinch And it excited me That one mortal would dare show his audacity Staying true to his conviction Even before a powerful deity ever known. And how that witch completes her day, Is to make the light of my life ebbing away. She claimed me for a mission that is never mine Involved me in a battle I never signed. Complaints just bounded past As she pulled me in the chariot which flew past. And how that mortal completes his day, Is to make the length of my patience ebbing away The shards of Chaos should be collected now Time is pressing real hard And my little useless apprentice Managed to give me not even a single bruise So I wondered how he would do If some blood-thirst monster of Tartarus Come and aim at him And I am not there to defend for him. Then my cruel witch Mistress, Even calls me a Princess So much to add at my distress Because of my name, she says. From some heroine, it came. I started to long for my freedom Unbounded by no one but my own So did I decide for a confrontation Gazing on the setting sun, there she stood The winds respectful as they should The breeze dances in and through Across her sleek hair it flew. I glance at her and I know I lost My voice locked inside my throat Words refused to come forth Not even a shrill note spoke. And so I decided, Chaos must be hunted— To stay by her side, If the human race be saved. And so their tale had been written, To become murderers of each other With both yarns knitted together Tied and sealed with a single knot Shall be severed in one cut Woven slowly, stitch by stitch As they knew nothing about it. |