Feb 2014
They set out on their final journey
The silent, sleeping woods around them, their path untrodden before.
A solitary blackbird wails in the sky
As the pack of mortals silently tread upon dead leaves
The will to flee overpowering their instinct.
Numerous days go by, numerous nights in the dark of the forest
Their warm daylight path slowly transmutes to
Reflect the cold darkness of the Firmament’s Robe.
And under the stars they make their way
To escape the fate that they invited upon themselves.
And in the night, there was a presence
A certain being, watching, waiting in silence
Ever watchful upon the unlikely crew of mortals
That ventured to set foot in his swamp
And awaken him.
They struggle with the brambles, they rest upon the fallen leaves.
And as the Sun declared His arrival one morning,
The weary wanderers arrived upon the The Lagoon
Its cool turquoise waters shining above the morning haze
And the young, orange Sun lit up the Heavens
As they stood, mesmerized by the Blue.
The Being watched them, as they stumbled upon the Lagoon
His wonder mounting readily while He watched
As they set their tools to work upon the jagged rocks
That lined the shore, ever seeking some prize.
The Sun left the sky, the Moon took his place
And in her serene light, the Water was set alight
As the pale moonlight reflected off the Blue
And the weary travellers were soaked in the dazzle.
They searched, they scrounged
For seven weeks, but it was not found
The Item of their Quest, the Object that they required
Eluded them again, as it had done before
But they continued to search
Under the Watchful Eye of the Being.
He knew not what they looked for, little did he care for
What kept puny mortal fools alive
For was He not the Master of the Lake?
He laughed; a cackling, resounding phenomenon
That filled the air, the cold forest breeze adding to the
Chill that ran down the spines of His Unwelcome Guests
As they felt the clutches of fear at their hearts.
Yet, they did not stop, and once again stubborn will won over intuition
Who would not like to live on forever when all it entailed was breaking open a Jewel?
Who would not like to bask in the soothing calm of the Blue?
While their foolish brothers fought meaningless wars over silly pursuits
Theirs was a higher calling to be answered, so they believed.
And as the Moon rode across the Heavens one night
A green glint was seen on the far bank
Embedded in the soil, it lay
The Jewel of Infinity, silently waiting to be claimed by
Those who were destined to possess it.
A young lad was the first to see it shine,
He hastened to wake his father, their search was finally complete.
And as they ran down the shore, the Being watched , not willing to interrupt.
They feasted their eyes upon its unworldly light,
The elders were then called to decide,
How the Fruit of Immortality was to be shared.
It was then that they realised
Not all of them could partake from the Fruit
Only he who broke the jewel would be rewarded with Endless Life.
They stood in confusion, as the Being chuckled at their plight
It was time to extend His influence on them and claim the Jewel for His own
And He smiled in glee and revelled in His witchcraft
As He planted in them, the Beginnings of Greed.
And it took them over, a malevolent longing to possess the Stone
Raged throught the hearts of them mortals
While a furious wrath was awakened in each man to claim the Jewel.
And the Being watched silently as His work was complete
The mortals lay dead upon the shore, each killed by the other’s hand
Their longing for Immortality lay shattered
Like the blades and tools of their dark undertaking.
And now He finally arose, shedding His disguise
An old, old man bent over with age, He hobbled noiselessly
Amidst the bodies. He walked silently to the young lad’s corpse
And the Jewel that lay clutched in his dead grasp, finally found a new master
As the Old Man stood in the Lagoon and shattered the Jewel upon his palm
And so began His endless existence…
The silent, sleeping woods around them, their path untrodden before.
A solitary blackbird wails in the sky
As the pack of mortals silently tread upon dead leaves
The will to flee overpowering their instinct.
Numerous days go by, numerous nights in the dark of the forest
Their warm daylight path slowly transmutes to
Reflect the cold darkness of the Firmament’s Robe.
And under the stars they make their way
To escape the fate that they invited upon themselves.
And in the night, there was a presence
A certain being, watching, waiting in silence
Ever watchful upon the unlikely crew of mortals
That ventured to set foot in his swamp
And awaken him.
They struggle with the brambles, they rest upon the fallen leaves.
And as the Sun declared His arrival one morning,
The weary wanderers arrived upon the The Lagoon
Its cool turquoise waters shining above the morning haze
And the young, orange Sun lit up the Heavens
As they stood, mesmerized by the Blue.
The Being watched them, as they stumbled upon the Lagoon
His wonder mounting readily while He watched
As they set their tools to work upon the jagged rocks
That lined the shore, ever seeking some prize.
The Sun left the sky, the Moon took his place
And in her serene light, the Water was set alight
As the pale moonlight reflected off the Blue
And the weary travellers were soaked in the dazzle.
They searched, they scrounged
For seven weeks, but it was not found
The Item of their Quest, the Object that they required
Eluded them again, as it had done before
But they continued to search
Under the Watchful Eye of the Being.
He knew not what they looked for, little did he care for
What kept puny mortal fools alive
For was He not the Master of the Lake?
He laughed; a cackling, resounding phenomenon
That filled the air, the cold forest breeze adding to the
Chill that ran down the spines of His Unwelcome Guests
As they felt the clutches of fear at their hearts.
Yet, they did not stop, and once again stubborn will won over intuition
Who would not like to live on forever when all it entailed was breaking open a Jewel?
Who would not like to bask in the soothing calm of the Blue?
While their foolish brothers fought meaningless wars over silly pursuits
Theirs was a higher calling to be answered, so they believed.
And as the Moon rode across the Heavens one night
A green glint was seen on the far bank
Embedded in the soil, it lay
The Jewel of Infinity, silently waiting to be claimed by
Those who were destined to possess it.
A young lad was the first to see it shine,
He hastened to wake his father, their search was finally complete.
And as they ran down the shore, the Being watched , not willing to interrupt.
They feasted their eyes upon its unworldly light,
The elders were then called to decide,
How the Fruit of Immortality was to be shared.
It was then that they realised
Not all of them could partake from the Fruit
Only he who broke the jewel would be rewarded with Endless Life.
They stood in confusion, as the Being chuckled at their plight
It was time to extend His influence on them and claim the Jewel for His own
And He smiled in glee and revelled in His witchcraft
As He planted in them, the Beginnings of Greed.
And it took them over, a malevolent longing to possess the Stone
Raged throught the hearts of them mortals
While a furious wrath was awakened in each man to claim the Jewel.
And the Being watched silently as His work was complete
The mortals lay dead upon the shore, each killed by the other’s hand
Their longing for Immortality lay shattered
Like the blades and tools of their dark undertaking.
And now He finally arose, shedding His disguise
An old, old man bent over with age, He hobbled noiselessly
Amidst the bodies. He walked silently to the young lad’s corpse
And the Jewel that lay clutched in his dead grasp, finally found a new master
As the Old Man stood in the Lagoon and shattered the Jewel upon his palm
And so began His endless existence…
