The tides are bringing dread again,
As men are running from the beast,
The mast is creaking from the strain,
For wind is blowing from the east.
She weaves her web with careful eyes,
As if she spins the wheels of time,
The ship must reach and meet her ties,
Of all her thoughts this is the prime.
For at the shore she knows who waits,
And want to get a glimpse so madly,
Of the man anointed by the fates,
The only one she wants so badly.
Her magic fingers twine the knots,
She sighs, and finally lets out a gasp,
This time the net is filled with dots,
This time, he won’t escape her grasp.
He glance the storm with troubled eyes,
As the waves are getting darker still,
‘Poseidon could not blacken the skies,
It must be you’, he whispers with a thrill.
The news of war have reached the land,
And sorrow has engulfed his heart,
The enemy has risen from the sand,
As king, he now must play his part.
‘I know you're watching through the veils,
We’ve met so many times and kissed,
And danced and intertwined our tales,
Yet every time I slipped away in mist’.
She listens quietly, with hungry eyes,
The web is strong and well sustained,
This time, she will ensnare her prize,
By thousands ties he will be chained.
The oracle has spoken against the war,
He knows there is no time to wait,
For the enemy has reached the shore,
He must now face them at the strait.
‘I know you’re waiting in the shadows,
So many times I’ve slipped your snare,
And since each time you got so close,
This time, I might be out of luck to spare’.
Fierce and unafraid he leaps into the fight,
With just his guard he must delay the storm.
He swings each blow with all his might,
By every mean he must detain the swarm.
Shield in hand as spear is red with blood,
His brothers falling to the scarlet ground,
While enemies are coming like a flood,
To die in this place, now his fate is bound.
'The time has come for our last dance,
I know you crave me as I now crave you,
It will be warm and safe in your embrace,
As we cross the river Styx into Elysium’.