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Gods vs. Demons
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Oct 2013
the battle roared across the sky like
an epic Sanskrit in the palm of a hand,
folded tightly with a beginning and
an impending ending.
the gods were beautiful
with glowing white skin,
their hands grappling tridents
falling across their chests were
necklaces littered with skulls.
the demons clashed the tridents with their
clawed hands, fingernails the size of Rhode Island,
and bulging eyes fixed on their opponents.
the demons were grey, their skin veiny and taut,
the yellow in their eyes like lightning
in the black sky.
and the men sat in a large circle, in front of their homes
and bars and football fields,
in lawn chairs and lazy boys and stoops and bar stools,
huddled in a circle with filled coolers,
and they drank and commented on the battle
with eyes that were white,
with mouths clung to a glass or bottle,
with ears listening to each other.
“the gods are winning” one says.
“no, it’s the demons. did you see the way he
pulled out that god’s eye?”
“yeah but the rest of the gods are too strong”
“no, I would bet on the demons”
“well I’d bet on the gods”
and the gods and demons continued their battle,
the sky lit up with a war like no other,
and the men sat and drank and talked of epic war
like it was a common sport.
a man that had been quiet says,
“I hope the gods win”
the one for the demons asks “why?”
“well, I don’t want my women to be like the demons”
“well, I don’t want my women to be like the gods”
the one on the lazy boy says
“I don’t want them to be like either”
a barstool man chimes in,
“I want my women to be like the gods in the kitchen
and like the demons in bed”
and they laugh.
and the sky bursts with violence.
and they drink.
the gods grab the upper hand,
pulling demons into the sky,
they obliterate them
one by one.
“I told you the gods would win”
“It’s not over yet”
“Give it up, evil will be a thing of the past,
we can go to the grocery store without the
fear of getting robbed,
or pump gas after midnight”
“Well if the demons win you could
get a ****** and lie to your wife without
guilt, without remorse, with a smile on
your face”
“And how will my wife be acting?”
the demons stir and pull away,
they race across the sky as the gods pursue,
the tridents launched into clouds,
the demons laugh and gather.
a man on the stoop says;
“what if no one wins?”
the one for the gods says,
“someone has to win”
“well, what if they **** each other off”
he laughs, “the gods won’t let that happen”
“they may not have a choice”
the demons rally and rip tridents
away from the gods,
and use them on the gods,
and force the gods to retreat.
“I told you! the gods are going to die!”
“no, they have them just where they want them!”
the battle continues.
a violence like no other.
a sky like no other.
the men drink and look at each other.
“don’t let the gods fool you,
they won’t give up”
“the demons are attacking,
they have the tridents!”
as the battle ensues,
a man in a lawn chair,
drinking forcefully,
watches the battle closely,
he doesn’t favor either side,
he enjoys the fair fight,
he takes a long sip and says
“why should we care if they **** each other?
we may be better off,
left will no longer battle right,
the ocean and beach won’t battle each other for the tide,
the sky and ground won’t battle for the horizon,
the moon and earth won’t battle for the sun,
up won’t battle down,
male won’t battle female,
synonyms won’t battle antonyms,
employees won’t battle bosses,
classical music won’t battle rap,
democrats won’t battle republicans,
you get my point”
a man on the stoop says
“that’s what I’m talking about!”
and the gods pull their tridents from the demons,
and the demons tuck their claws into their chests,
and they both look down at the men,
then they look at each other,
and the men finish their drinks and turn
to leave without ever getting anywhere.
an epic Sanskrit in the palm of a hand,
folded tightly with a beginning and
an impending ending.
the gods were beautiful
with glowing white skin,
their hands grappling tridents
falling across their chests were
necklaces littered with skulls.
the demons clashed the tridents with their
clawed hands, fingernails the size of Rhode Island,
and bulging eyes fixed on their opponents.
the demons were grey, their skin veiny and taut,
the yellow in their eyes like lightning
in the black sky.
and the men sat in a large circle, in front of their homes
and bars and football fields,
in lawn chairs and lazy boys and stoops and bar stools,
huddled in a circle with filled coolers,
and they drank and commented on the battle
with eyes that were white,
with mouths clung to a glass or bottle,
with ears listening to each other.
“the gods are winning” one says.
“no, it’s the demons. did you see the way he
pulled out that god’s eye?”
“yeah but the rest of the gods are too strong”
“no, I would bet on the demons”
“well I’d bet on the gods”
and the gods and demons continued their battle,
the sky lit up with a war like no other,
and the men sat and drank and talked of epic war
like it was a common sport.
a man that had been quiet says,
“I hope the gods win”
the one for the demons asks “why?”
“well, I don’t want my women to be like the demons”
“well, I don’t want my women to be like the gods”
the one on the lazy boy says
“I don’t want them to be like either”
a barstool man chimes in,
“I want my women to be like the gods in the kitchen
and like the demons in bed”
and they laugh.
and the sky bursts with violence.
and they drink.
the gods grab the upper hand,
pulling demons into the sky,
they obliterate them
one by one.
“I told you the gods would win”
“It’s not over yet”
“Give it up, evil will be a thing of the past,
we can go to the grocery store without the
fear of getting robbed,
or pump gas after midnight”
“Well if the demons win you could
get a ****** and lie to your wife without
guilt, without remorse, with a smile on
your face”
“And how will my wife be acting?”
the demons stir and pull away,
they race across the sky as the gods pursue,
the tridents launched into clouds,
the demons laugh and gather.
a man on the stoop says;
“what if no one wins?”
the one for the gods says,
“someone has to win”
“well, what if they **** each other off”
he laughs, “the gods won’t let that happen”
“they may not have a choice”
the demons rally and rip tridents
away from the gods,
and use them on the gods,
and force the gods to retreat.
“I told you! the gods are going to die!”
“no, they have them just where they want them!”
the battle continues.
a violence like no other.
a sky like no other.
the men drink and look at each other.
“don’t let the gods fool you,
they won’t give up”
“the demons are attacking,
they have the tridents!”
as the battle ensues,
a man in a lawn chair,
drinking forcefully,
watches the battle closely,
he doesn’t favor either side,
he enjoys the fair fight,
he takes a long sip and says
“why should we care if they **** each other?
we may be better off,
left will no longer battle right,
the ocean and beach won’t battle each other for the tide,
the sky and ground won’t battle for the horizon,
the moon and earth won’t battle for the sun,
up won’t battle down,
male won’t battle female,
synonyms won’t battle antonyms,
employees won’t battle bosses,
classical music won’t battle rap,
democrats won’t battle republicans,
you get my point”
a man on the stoop says
“that’s what I’m talking about!”
and the gods pull their tridents from the demons,
and the demons tuck their claws into their chests,
and they both look down at the men,
then they look at each other,
and the men finish their drinks and turn
to leave without ever getting anywhere.
Hermes Varini Feb 2022
Gewill Overman
Hermes Varini
Feb 2022
ÆFRE SWĀ DÆGES, ĪSERNUM-BORDHREÓÐUM
GRYRELÉOÐ OND HLÉOÞCWIDE SWĀ!
FÉÐEWÍGUM SĒ EFTCYME! SWĀ SĒ WIELM BLŌD!
Thae Verra Wordis o' Battle Auld! an' Verra Prelude War-Hye o' mine!
Tae ye a' ageyne tell Ah! afor yondir Forgotten Myrk Whunstane!
Fore cannae ye a' see? frae ma Verra Vision, Thais Immortal Battle-Landis,
Fore let mee Thais War-Sange, ne'er tae e'er, wi'in Anie Quiet Loch, wane!
Nowe ageyne, weall! thro' Hye-Boilin' Steel-Bluid Eternal Ȝell:
Cauld an' Feudal Battle-Yeir, Sacral o' mine A.D. MXVII hynne!
Let mee weall, weall! stick-an-stowe intae Thais Deep Past Bluid-Fyre,
O'er Thais Hoat Airn, ma Guid Auld Swaird Feathfull!
Ays a Distinct War-Vision Ah nowe stylle see! unco radiatin',
Dogydder wae Thad Bygane Shower o' Arrows nowe ay War-Invisible:
MĪN HEAÐUWÆD!
An' afore Thae Hye Lowes! ma Stane-Hearth, nowe hynne remember,
Fore ageyne! ay maun nowe Thais Bluid-Vision o' mine tallid unco Ah!
Ays Supreme Fyre-Wylle! o'er an' 'yont th' Cauld Lang Hame,
Meanie Feudal Towmonts ago, hynne, wae ma Airn-Wame,
An' th' War-Mask o'er ma Swaird-Cut Cheek Bane
Unco haiwin', a Feudal Rebel an' Wulde Brooch-Wearer, Ah!
DOLHWUND OND BORDRANDE,
EFT WLWULF SWIÞE WÆS IC!
Intae CARHAM'S BATTLE MAYHEM AULD! an' th' Scyld-Horror
Ne'er, IT! thro' th' Murky Moorlan Nicht tae unco wane!
Wae ITS Open Jaws, an' Het Braith, an' Whyte Teeth Dazzlin',
Thro' Thoosan Cries Norland an' Clashes Micht hynne!
Frae Thoosan Battle-Scheldes unco Wooden-Colorful Thay A'!
BORDWUDA MĪN HRÍÐ,
Across yondir Scyld-Wauch found masell hynne Ah!
Verra, Verra Guid Vision! Verra, Verra Guid Wunner!
NORÐÞUNRES SCIELDWEALL,
An' th' Steel-Spirit, verra Gleamin' IT unco haiwin'
Thad deep thro' ma Battle-Veins in Deep Moorlan Gore,
Yondir! o'er Thae Blacklyn Hylles, wae ma Guid Claymore-Lore:
LĪEĠÞRACUM NÆGLING!
Ays a Storne Micht! Þenne an' nowe stylle unco flowed,
Hwenne, IT! Great Þunor's an' Bauds' Warlike Orrah!
Th' Daye-Luminarie at ITS Zenith-Trune Sacral,
Verra, Verra Hye IT! waes, wae Rid Lowes Invincible
In nae, nae hynne! Hye Skye-Agony dwellin':
ĒACEN DÆGSCIELD,
Invisible, IT! intae Thae Deep Cauld Norland Skyes
Whare Thais Sunne! allwayes unco owre Wee,
O'er Thais Horizon Harsh an' Warlike an' Dreary
Wae Fiery Skye-Dignity Primordial unco rules,
Hwenne, IT! weall, weall Ah nowe stylle in Fyre Thad see!
STĪELENE GLYDERING,
Great Kvaysir's Orrah! th' Swaird-Hurt Schawdu!
HYS Ghastly Apparition o'er Whin-Rock devastatingly makyt
Wae HYS Bluid Mirk! downe, downe! descendin',
Hwenne, IT! ****** Hel's Guid Battle Orrah!
Th' Enraged Ocean spake nae, nae IT laanger!
OFERȲÞUM BRIMRAD,
Wae HYS Whispered Woirds o' War intae HYS Storne Rageful,
Hwenne hynne, at length IT! Airn an' Guid Thundir's Orrah!
Th' Gore Sacrificial o' thoosan enemies o' mine!
Quhame faced a' Ah! th' Lone Wolf-Feeder! ay nae Age-Worn!
Wae ma War-Blade Dearest, THOROLF GIED called:
DYNGES BEADULÉOMA!
Red-Boilin' IT becam! an' frae Cauld Horizon tae Cauld Horizon extendin',
An' Þenne a Vortex Feudal o' Coagulatin' Energy Micht!
Indistinguishable frae thais Battle-Mass frae Auld Carham,
A LONE CRIMSON WAR-FIGURE UNCO MICHT
WAE THAIS BOILIN' BLUID BATTLE-SACRIFICIAL
UNCO! IN WAR-GORE PERENNIAL MAKYT!
FRAE THAIS CAULD PROWID BATTLE-LANDIS
O'ER A'! TAE TH' WOUNDED SKYES HYE SOARIN'
WHA'S FEUDAL NAIM GORY, TH' OWAR-MANN!
AYS WYLLE O' MINE BLUID-INCARNATED!
FRAE DEEP TH' BYGANE, TOWARDIS YONDIR FUTURE,
NOWE AFORE MINE SCARS O' WAR WAES
O'ER AN' O'ER, GUID BRUNANBURH'S ORRAH!
TAE MEE! WAE MA SOLITARYE VISION
WAR-BLINDED UNCO RETURNIN',
Weall Ah hynne remember! An' nowe play mair, mair for mee!
Yer Steel-Lyre Auld Wise! Fore Ah e'en mair distinctly see!
Thro' Wreaths o' Bluid-Vapor Sacrificial, th' Heat o' th' Strywe!
Theare cam forth, Ah say, an' TH' THYNGE! soared, unco free,
HEAHÞRYM OND DRĒOR-HÉAHSÆ,
O'er Thais Swaird-Encounter an' a' th' fallen afore mine eyes,
Bye wha's Naim neither Ullr in Airn Enraged hynne,
Nor Kvaysir Micht! nor Auld Vargs Unda gleamin'
Nor o' Hôm Loga Himna Hye! waes IT called,
An' IT swayed nae, o'er th' Battle-Mass Gory!
CAMPWÍGES CWEALMDRÉOR,
Nor thro' HYS Feudal Bluid soarin', IT spake in any Battle-Ȝell,
An' theare IT unco remained! o'er Thais Perennial o' mine Swaird-Hel:
MĪN GEMYNDIG GIET ÞUNRODE!
Wha's HYS ROUND SCYLD O' WAR held hye! towardis th' Sunne!
A Continual Lowe o' Dense Fyre hynne a' gatherin', an' a
Luminous Rain frae th' Zenith-Sunne Invisible, thad waes IT
WAE REASON THUNDIR-FORCE A' STEERIN',
DAZZLIN' LIGHTNIN' PERENNIAL A' CONQUERIN',
TAE TH' INFINITE ITS WAR-BLUID INCREASIN',
O'ER TH' SCYLD O' TH' OWAR-MANN
AYS A FYRE-RAY AN' MICHT STAR FLASHIN',
AN' IN FEUDAL AIRN DWELLIN',
Hwenne! HYS Substance frae Bluid Sacrificial intae Gleamin' Steel turned,
Thro' Loud Cries frae th' Battle thad stylle heard Ah:
WULFUM BEARHTM!
Stylle Liquid Metal o' War Dazzlin'! Feudal Wapin Formidable!
Weaponized Airn-Soul Fetch'in-Micht o' mine!
Wha's naim, in loud cries stylle! ays a BLINDIN' STAR O' WAR SUPREME,
HEOFONSTEORRA-GEBYLD,
Frae th' Remote Zone Mirk o' th' Luminous Skye nowe appearin'
Waes! Þenne Distinct a Titan Steel-Colossal IT becam,
Whileas Thae Auld Woirds o' War Whispered Thay!
BLÓDWRACU,
Wee, ewyre-remembered, an' nae at a' Damnable Thay!
Thad winna Thay a' ne'er, ne'er fade awa! stylle
Wi'in ear o' mine thro' th' Whooshin' Wynde
An' o'er th' whole Kintra rulin', stick-an'-stowe felt Ah:
ENDELĒAS MANFULTUM OND MÆGENÞISE
MĪN GEWILL ÆT SĒ ŌFER-MANN BIÞ,
FORWEARD OND ÆGHWÆR STÍELE SWĀ,
ÞA ÍSENWYRHTAN SĒ ŌFER-MANN,
Th' Frame! The Verra Frame o' Hye Conquerin' Steel-Feudal!
Frae yondir Norþan-hymbre auld an' verra colorful!
Wae th' War-Blade Bleezan intae deep Thais Battle-Storne,
Th' Scarred in th' Cheek! th' Lone Scyld-Fighter:
BORDHREÓÐAN SCEADUGENGA OND WRECEND!
Nowe unco! Great Orrah! o' Soarin' War-Airn Empowered!
Wi'in Thoosan Hye Skye-Clashes! Wi'in Thoosan Onslaughts, A' Rairan o' mine!
Tae nowe in Airn schawe ye a'! HYE HEL:
EFTWYRD-GEWILL OND ÆLÍFES GEWIDERE,
MĪN HEOFONFYRE WÆPENÞRACU!
NU LÍGETSLIEHTUM SĒ ÞEGN,
SWĀ STÍELE ĒACEN SĒ ŌFER-MANN,
Frae th' Bygane ays allwayis a Blank intae th' Gore dabbed,
Towardis th' Future ays allwayis a Dangerus Landis!
Whare th' cowardly enemies allwayis lurk an' await:
BEADOLEÓMAN UNWEORÐE!
Th' same wae TH' WYLLE TAE TH' HYE OVERMAN waes!
Richte Nowe! Thais Steel-Titan Micht afore mine eyes
O'er th' corpses o' th' fallen an' intae th' Core-Fyre Sacrificial
Thad HYS SOLAR SCYLD held hye! stylle receivin' IT waes:
AHWÆR OND BALDLICE,
EFT HEAÐUSIGLES ÁNWÍG,
Fore willin' th' Bygane ays IT haes bin in th' Overman Hye!
Th' future ays empowered in HYS Feudal Person waes tae,
Fore Willin' waes, IT! willin' th' Person o' Overman alone!
Lyke a Verra Destination Tangible o' mine, IT!
Intae thais Colossus o' Battle-Gore boilin' ays Cast Steel, Thad Wylle!
ÞYRSUM HEAÐUWÆD,
Thad th' Rational Firey Ah say, Continuum o' Lowes waes IT haudin!
Wpon th' Scyld o'er an' o'er Flashin' IT, hynne Steel-Crucial!
Increasin' IT! ITS Force Micht an' the Ray! tae th' Endless Skye!
An' th' Frame! Th' Verra Noble Frame IRONCLAD-FEUDAL!
AD ALTA SIDERA INVICTO METALLO
NUPER SUPREMUM ARTIFICIUM BELLI
FLAMMISQUE CORPUS EXTRAMUNDANUM
QUOD GEWILL OVERMAN NUNC NOMINATUR
ERIT FERRO MAGNO SANGUINEQUE ET SCUTO
IN PROELIO APUD CAMPUM CARHAM
RUBRA VEXILLA REDITUS IGNEA SPIRAQUE
INVICTO METALLO VOLUNTAS MEA,
Fore, ageyne! Beguid Great, Great Orrah!
Th' willin' Ane Thynge waes! wae Thais Steel-Titan O'erhuman!
Thad GEWILL OVERMAN o'er Carham's Gory Landis waes IT called Auld:
SWEOLUNGA OND ÆLINGUM SWIÞE SWĀ!
ÞÆR MĪN GLOWENDE-ÆDREGEARD ĀRĀS,
Fore, ageyne! Great Glamis' Wae Orrah!
Willin' backiewards th' Bygane ays IT allwayis in Gore haes bin,
Waes IT! willin'th' Overman ays nae laanger a Blank an' a War-Cauld:
HEÁFODWYLME OND SWEOLOÐAN HLEO!
Fore, ageyne! Þunores Fair an' Wounded Orrah!
Willin' th' Bygane ays Want o' Pow'r waes willin' th' future ays Pow'r,
Intae th' Verra Steel-Person o' Thais O'erhuman Steel-Avenger untold:
SĒ ĪSERN-HEREWÆÐA,
Fore, ageyne! Dagur's Guid Orrah o' mine!
Willin' backiewards intae th' Tyme Irreversible, hynne unco Unforgivin' IT!
Waes IT! willin' th' future ays Skye-Empowered nowe!
Intae th' Person o' th' Overman Thais Steel-Titan o'er th' Scyld-Wa Micht,
Thro' th' Spiral-Continuum thad Becomin' ays Increase in Pow'r waes:
TH' SEL-RETURNIN' RAY CONDENSATIN' FYRE-JOYFUL:
FULLMÆGENES BRYNELEÓMA,
WPON TH' COLOSSAL SCYLD HELD IT, wae th' arm VERRA HYE!
Fore ageyne! Devastatin' frae Cauld Thule Orrah!
Th' bygane intae th' Airn-Person o' th' Overman ays IT haes bin!
Must be IT willed! Fore thus different IT shall agyne be!
Ays empow'red intae th' Central an' unco Firey-Abysmal IT,
An' wae Rid Lowes hynne Rid! Return o' Pow'r Event:
BÆLÞRACE WUDUROSE!
Firm Thynge! an' Verra Core wi'in continual Becomin' ays Pow'r,
Fore, ageyne! Thoosan Thundirs' Skye-Orrah!
Tae affirm Lyife tae affirm th' OVERMAN nesisarie IT waes!
Ays Wylle Superior, hynne True Wylle IT provin'!
Ma Final Inner Strength! Ma Ultimate Inner Vision!
ÞUNORUM OND BEADWE GRYRELÉOÐE,
MĪN WIGSIGOR-GESIHÐNES HLÍFEDE!
Thad ainlie Thais Steel-Jǫtunn o' War cannae, wi'in Battle-Lowes Hye!
Across Auld Carham's Colorful, verra Colorful Scyld Wa Micht nae be!
BREIÐØX-DRENGR ÆN ATGANGA!
Frae th' Past allwayis bleedin'! intae th' Future allwayis Dangerus!
An' nae for a' wi'in th' Great Spiral o' Strife, o'er th' Battlefield
Ah nowe stylle see, Thais Steel-Spirit unco waes!
ÁGLÆCAN WUNDORSÉON, HĀL!
NU MĪN FEORHBOLD BRǢDEÞ SWIÞE,
RANDWÍGA WÆS IC! SĒ BISENE WRECEND!
SWURD ON HANDA! HEORU-DRĒORE NACOD!
HILDE-GRĪMAN! RÝNE STÍELE OND CRÆFTUM
BEADU WÆPEN, BRYNEWELMES STÁNTORR,
HEAÐUWYLME OND STIELE SWĀ,
GEWILL ÆT SĒ ŌFER-MANN HÂTEN,
Þenne, och! Great Guid Orrah! Tae nae mere War-Legend nowe fullefylle!
Let mee ma Vision lastly recollect! THRIE SKYE-GLOBES O' SKYE-FYRE Fwlle!
Tae ma Battle-Scarred Sight appeared out-owre th' Conquerin' Sunne!
Intimately blended Thay A'! intae Thais Soarin' Metal-Fusion Gleamin' stylle:
TH' OVERMAN! AN' TH' BEIN' AYS POW'R, unco Magnificent Thynge!
AN' TH' RETURN AYS INCREASE IN POW'R! a Reingȝe formin' o'er yondir Hylle!
Flashin' A' Thay! wae Thais STEEL-TITAN ays hynne ma Verra Guid Battle-Wylle!
GEGYLDEN HRINCG GEWILLE!
GRYRELÉOÐ OND HLÉOÞCWIDE SWĀ!
FÉÐEWÍGUM SĒ EFTCYME! SWĀ SĒ WIELM BLŌD!
Thae Verra Wordis o' Battle Auld! an' Verra Prelude War-Hye o' mine!
Tae ye a' ageyne tell Ah! afor yondir Forgotten Myrk Whunstane!
Fore cannae ye a' see? frae ma Verra Vision, Thais Immortal Battle-Landis,
Fore let mee Thais War-Sange, ne'er tae e'er, wi'in Anie Quiet Loch, wane!
Nowe ageyne, weall! thro' Hye-Boilin' Steel-Bluid Eternal Ȝell:
Cauld an' Feudal Battle-Yeir, Sacral o' mine A.D. MXVII hynne!
Let mee weall, weall! stick-an-stowe intae Thais Deep Past Bluid-Fyre,
O'er Thais Hoat Airn, ma Guid Auld Swaird Feathfull!
Ays a Distinct War-Vision Ah nowe stylle see! unco radiatin',
Dogydder wae Thad Bygane Shower o' Arrows nowe ay War-Invisible:
MĪN HEAÐUWÆD!
An' afore Thae Hye Lowes! ma Stane-Hearth, nowe hynne remember,
Fore ageyne! ay maun nowe Thais Bluid-Vision o' mine tallid unco Ah!
Ays Supreme Fyre-Wylle! o'er an' 'yont th' Cauld Lang Hame,
Meanie Feudal Towmonts ago, hynne, wae ma Airn-Wame,
An' th' War-Mask o'er ma Swaird-Cut Cheek Bane
Unco haiwin', a Feudal Rebel an' Wulde Brooch-Wearer, Ah!
DOLHWUND OND BORDRANDE,
EFT WLWULF SWIÞE WÆS IC!
Intae CARHAM'S BATTLE MAYHEM AULD! an' th' Scyld-Horror
Ne'er, IT! thro' th' Murky Moorlan Nicht tae unco wane!
Wae ITS Open Jaws, an' Het Braith, an' Whyte Teeth Dazzlin',
Thro' Thoosan Cries Norland an' Clashes Micht hynne!
Frae Thoosan Battle-Scheldes unco Wooden-Colorful Thay A'!
BORDWUDA MĪN HRÍÐ,
Across yondir Scyld-Wauch found masell hynne Ah!
Verra, Verra Guid Vision! Verra, Verra Guid Wunner!
NORÐÞUNRES SCIELDWEALL,
An' th' Steel-Spirit, verra Gleamin' IT unco haiwin'
Thad deep thro' ma Battle-Veins in Deep Moorlan Gore,
Yondir! o'er Thae Blacklyn Hylles, wae ma Guid Claymore-Lore:
LĪEĠÞRACUM NÆGLING!
Ays a Storne Micht! Þenne an' nowe stylle unco flowed,
Hwenne, IT! Great Þunor's an' Bauds' Warlike Orrah!
Th' Daye-Luminarie at ITS Zenith-Trune Sacral,
Verra, Verra Hye IT! waes, wae Rid Lowes Invincible
In nae, nae hynne! Hye Skye-Agony dwellin':
ĒACEN DÆGSCIELD,
Invisible, IT! intae Thae Deep Cauld Norland Skyes
Whare Thais Sunne! allwayes unco owre Wee,
O'er Thais Horizon Harsh an' Warlike an' Dreary
Wae Fiery Skye-Dignity Primordial unco rules,
Hwenne, IT! weall, weall Ah nowe stylle in Fyre Thad see!
STĪELENE GLYDERING,
Great Kvaysir's Orrah! th' Swaird-Hurt Schawdu!
HYS Ghastly Apparition o'er Whin-Rock devastatingly makyt
Wae HYS Bluid Mirk! downe, downe! descendin',
Hwenne, IT! ****** Hel's Guid Battle Orrah!
Th' Enraged Ocean spake nae, nae IT laanger!
OFERȲÞUM BRIMRAD,
Wae HYS Whispered Woirds o' War intae HYS Storne Rageful,
Hwenne hynne, at length IT! Airn an' Guid Thundir's Orrah!
Th' Gore Sacrificial o' thoosan enemies o' mine!
Quhame faced a' Ah! th' Lone Wolf-Feeder! ay nae Age-Worn!
Wae ma War-Blade Dearest, THOROLF GIED called:
DYNGES BEADULÉOMA!
Red-Boilin' IT becam! an' frae Cauld Horizon tae Cauld Horizon extendin',
An' Þenne a Vortex Feudal o' Coagulatin' Energy Micht!
Indistinguishable frae thais Battle-Mass frae Auld Carham,
A LONE CRIMSON WAR-FIGURE UNCO MICHT
WAE THAIS BOILIN' BLUID BATTLE-SACRIFICIAL
UNCO! IN WAR-GORE PERENNIAL MAKYT!
FRAE THAIS CAULD PROWID BATTLE-LANDIS
O'ER A'! TAE TH' WOUNDED SKYES HYE SOARIN'
WHA'S FEUDAL NAIM GORY, TH' OWAR-MANN!
AYS WYLLE O' MINE BLUID-INCARNATED!
FRAE DEEP TH' BYGANE, TOWARDIS YONDIR FUTURE,
NOWE AFORE MINE SCARS O' WAR WAES
O'ER AN' O'ER, GUID BRUNANBURH'S ORRAH!
TAE MEE! WAE MA SOLITARYE VISION
WAR-BLINDED UNCO RETURNIN',
Weall Ah hynne remember! An' nowe play mair, mair for mee!
Yer Steel-Lyre Auld Wise! Fore Ah e'en mair distinctly see!
Thro' Wreaths o' Bluid-Vapor Sacrificial, th' Heat o' th' Strywe!
Theare cam forth, Ah say, an' TH' THYNGE! soared, unco free,
HEAHÞRYM OND DRĒOR-HÉAHSÆ,
O'er Thais Swaird-Encounter an' a' th' fallen afore mine eyes,
Bye wha's Naim neither Ullr in Airn Enraged hynne,
Nor Kvaysir Micht! nor Auld Vargs Unda gleamin'
Nor o' Hôm Loga Himna Hye! waes IT called,
An' IT swayed nae, o'er th' Battle-Mass Gory!
CAMPWÍGES CWEALMDRÉOR,
Nor thro' HYS Feudal Bluid soarin', IT spake in any Battle-Ȝell,
An' theare IT unco remained! o'er Thais Perennial o' mine Swaird-Hel:
MĪN GEMYNDIG GIET ÞUNRODE!
Wha's HYS ROUND SCYLD O' WAR held hye! towardis th' Sunne!
A Continual Lowe o' Dense Fyre hynne a' gatherin', an' a
Luminous Rain frae th' Zenith-Sunne Invisible, thad waes IT
WAE REASON THUNDIR-FORCE A' STEERIN',
DAZZLIN' LIGHTNIN' PERENNIAL A' CONQUERIN',
TAE TH' INFINITE ITS WAR-BLUID INCREASIN',
O'ER TH' SCYLD O' TH' OWAR-MANN
AYS A FYRE-RAY AN' MICHT STAR FLASHIN',
AN' IN FEUDAL AIRN DWELLIN',
Hwenne! HYS Substance frae Bluid Sacrificial intae Gleamin' Steel turned,
Thro' Loud Cries frae th' Battle thad stylle heard Ah:
WULFUM BEARHTM!
Stylle Liquid Metal o' War Dazzlin'! Feudal Wapin Formidable!
Weaponized Airn-Soul Fetch'in-Micht o' mine!
Wha's naim, in loud cries stylle! ays a BLINDIN' STAR O' WAR SUPREME,
HEOFONSTEORRA-GEBYLD,
Frae th' Remote Zone Mirk o' th' Luminous Skye nowe appearin'
Waes! Þenne Distinct a Titan Steel-Colossal IT becam,
Whileas Thae Auld Woirds o' War Whispered Thay!
BLÓDWRACU,
Wee, ewyre-remembered, an' nae at a' Damnable Thay!
Thad winna Thay a' ne'er, ne'er fade awa! stylle
Wi'in ear o' mine thro' th' Whooshin' Wynde
An' o'er th' whole Kintra rulin', stick-an'-stowe felt Ah:
ENDELĒAS MANFULTUM OND MÆGENÞISE
MĪN GEWILL ÆT SĒ ŌFER-MANN BIÞ,
FORWEARD OND ÆGHWÆR STÍELE SWĀ,
ÞA ÍSENWYRHTAN SĒ ŌFER-MANN,
Th' Frame! The Verra Frame o' Hye Conquerin' Steel-Feudal!
Frae yondir Norþan-hymbre auld an' verra colorful!
Wae th' War-Blade Bleezan intae deep Thais Battle-Storne,
Th' Scarred in th' Cheek! th' Lone Scyld-Fighter:
BORDHREÓÐAN SCEADUGENGA OND WRECEND!
Nowe unco! Great Orrah! o' Soarin' War-Airn Empowered!
Wi'in Thoosan Hye Skye-Clashes! Wi'in Thoosan Onslaughts, A' Rairan o' mine!
Tae nowe in Airn schawe ye a'! HYE HEL:
EFTWYRD-GEWILL OND ÆLÍFES GEWIDERE,
MĪN HEOFONFYRE WÆPENÞRACU!
NU LÍGETSLIEHTUM SĒ ÞEGN,
SWĀ STÍELE ĒACEN SĒ ŌFER-MANN,
Frae th' Bygane ays allwayis a Blank intae th' Gore dabbed,
Towardis th' Future ays allwayis a Dangerus Landis!
Whare th' cowardly enemies allwayis lurk an' await:
BEADOLEÓMAN UNWEORÐE!
Th' same wae TH' WYLLE TAE TH' HYE OVERMAN waes!
Richte Nowe! Thais Steel-Titan Micht afore mine eyes
O'er th' corpses o' th' fallen an' intae th' Core-Fyre Sacrificial
Thad HYS SOLAR SCYLD held hye! stylle receivin' IT waes:
AHWÆR OND BALDLICE,
EFT HEAÐUSIGLES ÁNWÍG,
Fore willin' th' Bygane ays IT haes bin in th' Overman Hye!
Th' future ays empowered in HYS Feudal Person waes tae,
Fore Willin' waes, IT! willin' th' Person o' Overman alone!
Lyke a Verra Destination Tangible o' mine, IT!
Intae thais Colossus o' Battle-Gore boilin' ays Cast Steel, Thad Wylle!
ÞYRSUM HEAÐUWÆD,
Thad th' Rational Firey Ah say, Continuum o' Lowes waes IT haudin!
Wpon th' Scyld o'er an' o'er Flashin' IT, hynne Steel-Crucial!
Increasin' IT! ITS Force Micht an' the Ray! tae th' Endless Skye!
An' th' Frame! Th' Verra Noble Frame IRONCLAD-FEUDAL!
AD ALTA SIDERA INVICTO METALLO
NUPER SUPREMUM ARTIFICIUM BELLI
FLAMMISQUE CORPUS EXTRAMUNDANUM
QUOD GEWILL OVERMAN NUNC NOMINATUR
ERIT FERRO MAGNO SANGUINEQUE ET SCUTO
IN PROELIO APUD CAMPUM CARHAM
RUBRA VEXILLA REDITUS IGNEA SPIRAQUE
INVICTO METALLO VOLUNTAS MEA,
Fore, ageyne! Beguid Great, Great Orrah!
Th' willin' Ane Thynge waes! wae Thais Steel-Titan O'erhuman!
Thad GEWILL OVERMAN o'er Carham's Gory Landis waes IT called Auld:
SWEOLUNGA OND ÆLINGUM SWIÞE SWĀ!
ÞÆR MĪN GLOWENDE-ÆDREGEARD ĀRĀS,
Fore, ageyne! Great Glamis' Wae Orrah!
Willin' backiewards th' Bygane ays IT allwayis in Gore haes bin,
Waes IT! willin'th' Overman ays nae laanger a Blank an' a War-Cauld:
HEÁFODWYLME OND SWEOLOÐAN HLEO!
Fore, ageyne! Þunores Fair an' Wounded Orrah!
Willin' th' Bygane ays Want o' Pow'r waes willin' th' future ays Pow'r,
Intae th' Verra Steel-Person o' Thais O'erhuman Steel-Avenger untold:
SĒ ĪSERN-HEREWÆÐA,
Fore, ageyne! Dagur's Guid Orrah o' mine!
Willin' backiewards intae th' Tyme Irreversible, hynne unco Unforgivin' IT!
Waes IT! willin' th' future ays Skye-Empowered nowe!
Intae th' Person o' th' Overman Thais Steel-Titan o'er th' Scyld-Wa Micht,
Thro' th' Spiral-Continuum thad Becomin' ays Increase in Pow'r waes:
TH' SEL-RETURNIN' RAY CONDENSATIN' FYRE-JOYFUL:
FULLMÆGENES BRYNELEÓMA,
WPON TH' COLOSSAL SCYLD HELD IT, wae th' arm VERRA HYE!
Fore ageyne! Devastatin' frae Cauld Thule Orrah!
Th' bygane intae th' Airn-Person o' th' Overman ays IT haes bin!
Must be IT willed! Fore thus different IT shall agyne be!
Ays empow'red intae th' Central an' unco Firey-Abysmal IT,
An' wae Rid Lowes hynne Rid! Return o' Pow'r Event:
BÆLÞRACE WUDUROSE!
Firm Thynge! an' Verra Core wi'in continual Becomin' ays Pow'r,
Fore, ageyne! Thoosan Thundirs' Skye-Orrah!
Tae affirm Lyife tae affirm th' OVERMAN nesisarie IT waes!
Ays Wylle Superior, hynne True Wylle IT provin'!
Ma Final Inner Strength! Ma Ultimate Inner Vision!
ÞUNORUM OND BEADWE GRYRELÉOÐE,
MĪN WIGSIGOR-GESIHÐNES HLÍFEDE!
Thad ainlie Thais Steel-Jǫtunn o' War cannae, wi'in Battle-Lowes Hye!
Across Auld Carham's Colorful, verra Colorful Scyld Wa Micht nae be!
BREIÐØX-DRENGR ÆN ATGANGA!
Frae th' Past allwayis bleedin'! intae th' Future allwayis Dangerus!
An' nae for a' wi'in th' Great Spiral o' Strife, o'er th' Battlefield
Ah nowe stylle see, Thais Steel-Spirit unco waes!
ÁGLÆCAN WUNDORSÉON, HĀL!
NU MĪN FEORHBOLD BRǢDEÞ SWIÞE,
RANDWÍGA WÆS IC! SĒ BISENE WRECEND!
SWURD ON HANDA! HEORU-DRĒORE NACOD!
HILDE-GRĪMAN! RÝNE STÍELE OND CRÆFTUM
BEADU WÆPEN, BRYNEWELMES STÁNTORR,
HEAÐUWYLME OND STIELE SWĀ,
GEWILL ÆT SĒ ŌFER-MANN HÂTEN,
Þenne, och! Great Guid Orrah! Tae nae mere War-Legend nowe fullefylle!
Let mee ma Vision lastly recollect! THRIE SKYE-GLOBES O' SKYE-FYRE Fwlle!
Tae ma Battle-Scarred Sight appeared out-owre th' Conquerin' Sunne!
Intimately blended Thay A'! intae Thais Soarin' Metal-Fusion Gleamin' stylle:
TH' OVERMAN! AN' TH' BEIN' AYS POW'R, unco Magnificent Thynge!
AN' TH' RETURN AYS INCREASE IN POW'R! a Reingȝe formin' o'er yondir Hylle!
Flashin' A' Thay! wae Thais STEEL-TITAN ays hynne ma Verra Guid Battle-Wylle!
GEGYLDEN HRINCG GEWILLE!
This composition of mine, or rather brief saga, mainly in archaic Scottish alongside Anglo-Saxon, Classical Latin and Old Norse, focuses on my own philosophical notion of will (“gewill” in Anglo-Saxon). The scene takes place during and after the Battle of Carham in about 1017 A.D. A giant steel mass emanates from the bloodshed as a sheer historical act, and then towers as the Person of the Overman itself, staring at the sun and holding a shield, thus signifying an ultimate embodiment of will, both in individual (as experienced by the narrator) and then collective (historical) terms. A physical-metaphysical Energy under a historical garb is accordingly involved, as well as thus a Hegelian influence. Other central philosophical notions of mine appear, like the Return of Power event, an overcoming, in terms of essence of recurrence, of the classical Eternal Return, visually evoked at the end as forming within the sky one of the "Three Globes of Fire" ("THRIE SKYE-GLOBES O’ SKYE-FYRE"). "ĒACEN DÆGSCIELD" (Anglo-Saxon) reads "The Mighty Shield of the Day (Sun)" and "ÞYRSUM HEAÐUWÆD" "The Battle Blood of the Demons". The word "WIGSIGOR-GESIHÐNES" (Anglo-Saxon) is a kenning, as it is "War-Mask" for "helmet" and "Scyld-Horror" for "close combat".
shayla ennis
Oct 2016
(Narrator):
Upon a sunny day you see a girl leading a horse up a beach in the heated sun of the Roman Empire. She is a princess to a great roman king. This king’s name be Alexander the Great who in our history died young. The king dressed in white with red sashes covered over it is in the mist of trying to find his daughter a husband, one who will be fit to be king when he no longer can. The beach being sunny and warm princess Auria has chosen to take her horse for a ride while her father speaks to his men of the council.
Princess Auria: [riding her horse down the beach in a gentle stride] [clip clop………]
(Narrator):
Suddenly the horse rears up into the air throwing the princess from its back!
Princess Auria: [haa… … screaming [smacking into the ground] thump!]
Enters: Tibius [walking up to the horse who threw the princess tibius calls for it to calm itself and then walks up to Princess Auria asking… …]
Tibius: dear lady do you need some assistance?
Princess Auria: no but I thank you for retrieving my horse. Asking herself under her breath… What could have scared you so…?
Tibius: I believe it may have been that serpent over there near the sands edge.
Princess Auria: oh that must be the reason, Thank you again. What be your name young man.
Tibius: my name lady be Tibius and you are most welcome.
Princess Auria: Tibius you say. Would you be willing to come with me to see my father and gain his thanks as well for he would be most grateful to you for what you have done this day.
Tibius: I know not why this is needed but I will follow lead the way my lady.
Princess Auria: please call me Auria.
(Narrator):
Princess Auria leading the way takes Tibius to the king her father who sits in the throne room talking to friends and family. Walking up to her father she tells him what tibius has done. Tibius stands there after being shocked that the lady he helped was actually the princess. Not knowing what to say to the king tibius stands before him in silence.
King Alexander: you a man so young and by the looks of it having little coin save my daughter! This cannot be…
Tibius: if I may speak great king.
King Alexander: you may do so.
Tibius: I was walking along the beach when I saw a horse running in my direction but without rider. I choosing to find said owner came upon your daughter the princess Auria and thus I am now before you.
King Alexander: if this be true what my daughter says than you must in some way be rewarded. But how is the question…
(Narrator):
Enters Princess Auria’s mother Dayanara, coming from tending the gardens within the palace walls dressed in a blue dress trimmed in silver she walks towards her husband the king.
Dayanara: my husband may I say a word or two for I have heard what was said and have an idea.
King Alexander: what idea would you have dear wife.
Dayanara: I speak this let him guard Auria from this time forward both within the walls and without them so as we her parents need not fret so when she goes off alone. I know it may be much for so small a thing. Let him be her personal protector. My other words spoken, I have word of someone who wishes marriage to our daughter.
King Alexander: this is a wondrous idea about Tibius being a protector, let as my wife speaks be done. Do you agree daughter? What about this marriage you speak of Dayanara? Who?
Princess Auria: yes father it is a pleasing reward.
King Alexander: and you Tibius. What do you say to this?
Tibius: I can do nothing else but agree for not too would be a dishonor to both you and your family king Alexander. So yes I say to what has been spoken.
(Narrator):
Scene changes to a battle on the high mountains behind the palace near the ocean. Hundreds of men from Rome and far off Greece that comes by ship battle on the damp sands and grasses of roman earth to take what is not theirs the Greeks wish. Blood and life be spilled at all ends and innocent’s being slaughtered without care. The roman princess waiting in the palace by her mother’s side wondering what is to become of them because no word has yet come about how the battle fares.
[On the battle field]
King Alexander: men raise your blades, your shields, do not yield! Do not I say!
[Clashing, banging of armor and weapons]
King Alexander: men forward March, lances and horses ready. [Forward……!]
(Narrator):
Enters: solder sadeen
Sadeen: my king the battle falls not to us but our enemy we lose men to fast.
King Alexander: we must find a way to get them into the water and then hit them with fire and oil that will burn greatly.
Sadeen: we could place oil along the hills and light it aflame this may drive them back if we make it strong and high.
King Alexander: see it done sadeen; see it done fast for I fear we will lose as you spoke before if you do not.
Sadeen: [riding away from the king at full gallop towards his men to carry out the orders given]
[Gallop… gallop…]
(Narrator): Sadeen follows the Kings orders by lighting aflame ***** of hay covered in oil his soldiers pushing them down the green grass hills where battle takes place to weaken the Greeks ground and might. [Greeks screaming]
[Outcry…… Shrieking…… Men dying]
King Alexander: [praying to himself that what he has asked of his men does not fail] you boy over their go to my family and give them this letter see to it that it is only to them you give it.
[Yes my lord]
(Narrator):
The boy with the letter runs as fast as his legs can carry him back threw the roman streets to the palace and gives the letter to the queen. The queen opens it and read the news of how the battle fares and the instructions given if the king falls.
Dayanara: [calling her daughter] auria… auria…
Princess Auria: what is it mother? Why do you yell so?
Dayanara: your father has written of the battle he pleads with us to leave and go to the villa where you grew as a child for the battle does not fare well and he fears that they will lose. He speaks to us that he will send someone to find us if they win. Come we must go.
Princess Auria: I will find Tibius he can see us to safety out of Rome and to the villa.
Dayanara: go to him in silence speak to no one else only him.
Princess Auria: yes mother [off she runs with her footed sandals slapping on the marble floors as she does].
(Narrator):
Princess Auria runs to the solders corridor and finds Tibius telling him in hurried breath that they must leave fathers words for they are in danger. Tibius gathers up his things and follows the princess back to the royal halls and they silently leave threw the gardens heading to were the villa rests dressed in peasants clothing they be. The king back in the battle hopes that the letter he wrote as found them in time. [He once more prays]
Tibius: come my ladies this way but be careful and quite
Dayanara: we walk silent but you must call us by our names not by title Tibius
Auria: mother is right do as she says for doing so will make others think we are peasants and family. It be less likely they will look our way with suspicion.
(Narrator):
[Suddenly Greek soldiers come of darkened shadows intending to strike and **** the ladies Tibius raises his blade to stop them].
Tibius: [Crash…… his blade smashing into another]
Soldier: his blade striking back [Clashing……]
Tibius: striking the soldier down leaving blood pooling upon the marble path [rushing away]
(Scene):
Days later the three peasants make it to a quite villa outside of Rome and begin a new life as mere workers for those who live there. Any who ask about the owners the peasants simple tell them that they are away due to the battle. They being servants were made to stay behind to keep the place clean for when the owners returned, when that is they do not know. Weeks and more months pass with no word from the king they begin to fear that all is lost when one day a man wearing roman armor rides up asking for the lady Dayanara. Tibius stepping forward asks why? They must return this man says for the king calls them to him.
Tibius: who is the king?
Stanger: King Alexander of course
Tibius: wait here go nowhere else
Dayanara: what is it?
Tibius: there is a roman outside he says the king calls for us
Dayanara: then we go; this is the sign, find my daughter and gather our things.
Tibius: yes lady right away
(Narrator): They return home going back the way they had left, but through the city rather than the village.
(Scene change): they are home at the royal palace before the king once more, but he was not alone.
King Alexander: you have returned safe, this makes me happy, and rushing to them he smiles [giving them fierce hugs]
Dayanara/ Auria: we are glad to be with you once more, it was worrisome and lonely without your presence being with us.
Dayanara/ Auria: who is this man that stands before us with Greek Armor? Why is he not dead or imprisoned like the others?
King alexander: he is the prince of the Greek people and the son of King Simentos. Please be polite let me explain what has come about from the great battle on Mount Tear. [He explains]
(Narrator): alexander tells both his wife and daughter that the battle was won due to the son calling up a white flag of truce and asking that no more blood of their people be shed. (Enters Brontes).
Brontes: I am the son and prince of Greek and I wish to come up with a way to unite our lands and people. Your father mentioned that he was looking to finding you Auria a husband; I know that me being Greek may not seem a pleasant thing but I hope for a chance to prove my worth to you.
Auria: I know you be Greek but what does that have to do with the man you have become I see not. The place we are born and live helps us to grow but does not make us who we are.
Dayanara: husband I believe that Auria likes him and they seem to be getting along well [she whispers to him].
King alexander: do you think then that the idea of marriage to Brontes will suit her well, that she will love and or care for him as he will to her.
Dayanara: I do, but let them decide what their choice will be.
(Scene): the princess and prince wonder into the garden that is covered with the roman flower called the Gladiolus which means sword lily. Speaking of many things that have happened in their lives they continue walking. She tells him that she would hope to see both her homes often if she were to say yes to this peace proposal.
Alexander/Dayanara: we must speak with the two of you. Have you come to a decision about what this marriage may mean?
Auria/Brontes: we have come to a final choice after our long talk. We believe that this marriage would be well placed for both of us to accept. We have chosen to wed here and stay till the spring then to travel to Brontes’s home and have a smaller wedding there to please his father. Though this set of weddings we will sign a truce treaty combining our to lands and people.
Dayanara/ Alexander: that is well thought of from both of you. Well done, I believe that this is going to be a very happy time for all of us. Let the wedding be within a months’ time.
(Narrator): the wedding takes place upon the hill where the battle was once fought this is where they will make peace and sign the treaty. The wedding is beautiful and the flowers that are thrown around them show their unity. Both are dressed in the colors of the ocean and their prospective homes. {This is the end of their tale and perhaps a new beginning for us all on earth}.
THE END
Upon a sunny day you see a girl leading a horse up a beach in the heated sun of the Roman Empire. She is a princess to a great roman king. This king’s name be Alexander the Great who in our history died young. The king dressed in white with red sashes covered over it is in the mist of trying to find his daughter a husband, one who will be fit to be king when he no longer can. The beach being sunny and warm princess Auria has chosen to take her horse for a ride while her father speaks to his men of the council.
Princess Auria: [riding her horse down the beach in a gentle stride] [clip clop………]
(Narrator):
Suddenly the horse rears up into the air throwing the princess from its back!
Princess Auria: [haa… … screaming [smacking into the ground] thump!]
Enters: Tibius [walking up to the horse who threw the princess tibius calls for it to calm itself and then walks up to Princess Auria asking… …]
Tibius: dear lady do you need some assistance?
Princess Auria: no but I thank you for retrieving my horse. Asking herself under her breath… What could have scared you so…?
Tibius: I believe it may have been that serpent over there near the sands edge.
Princess Auria: oh that must be the reason, Thank you again. What be your name young man.
Tibius: my name lady be Tibius and you are most welcome.
Princess Auria: Tibius you say. Would you be willing to come with me to see my father and gain his thanks as well for he would be most grateful to you for what you have done this day.
Tibius: I know not why this is needed but I will follow lead the way my lady.
Princess Auria: please call me Auria.
(Narrator):
Princess Auria leading the way takes Tibius to the king her father who sits in the throne room talking to friends and family. Walking up to her father she tells him what tibius has done. Tibius stands there after being shocked that the lady he helped was actually the princess. Not knowing what to say to the king tibius stands before him in silence.
King Alexander: you a man so young and by the looks of it having little coin save my daughter! This cannot be…
Tibius: if I may speak great king.
King Alexander: you may do so.
Tibius: I was walking along the beach when I saw a horse running in my direction but without rider. I choosing to find said owner came upon your daughter the princess Auria and thus I am now before you.
King Alexander: if this be true what my daughter says than you must in some way be rewarded. But how is the question…
(Narrator):
Enters Princess Auria’s mother Dayanara, coming from tending the gardens within the palace walls dressed in a blue dress trimmed in silver she walks towards her husband the king.
Dayanara: my husband may I say a word or two for I have heard what was said and have an idea.
King Alexander: what idea would you have dear wife.
Dayanara: I speak this let him guard Auria from this time forward both within the walls and without them so as we her parents need not fret so when she goes off alone. I know it may be much for so small a thing. Let him be her personal protector. My other words spoken, I have word of someone who wishes marriage to our daughter.
King Alexander: this is a wondrous idea about Tibius being a protector, let as my wife speaks be done. Do you agree daughter? What about this marriage you speak of Dayanara? Who?
Princess Auria: yes father it is a pleasing reward.
King Alexander: and you Tibius. What do you say to this?
Tibius: I can do nothing else but agree for not too would be a dishonor to both you and your family king Alexander. So yes I say to what has been spoken.
(Narrator):
Scene changes to a battle on the high mountains behind the palace near the ocean. Hundreds of men from Rome and far off Greece that comes by ship battle on the damp sands and grasses of roman earth to take what is not theirs the Greeks wish. Blood and life be spilled at all ends and innocent’s being slaughtered without care. The roman princess waiting in the palace by her mother’s side wondering what is to become of them because no word has yet come about how the battle fares.
[On the battle field]
King Alexander: men raise your blades, your shields, do not yield! Do not I say!
[Clashing, banging of armor and weapons]
King Alexander: men forward March, lances and horses ready. [Forward……!]
(Narrator):
Enters: solder sadeen
Sadeen: my king the battle falls not to us but our enemy we lose men to fast.
King Alexander: we must find a way to get them into the water and then hit them with fire and oil that will burn greatly.
Sadeen: we could place oil along the hills and light it aflame this may drive them back if we make it strong and high.
King Alexander: see it done sadeen; see it done fast for I fear we will lose as you spoke before if you do not.
Sadeen: [riding away from the king at full gallop towards his men to carry out the orders given]
[Gallop… gallop…]
(Narrator): Sadeen follows the Kings orders by lighting aflame ***** of hay covered in oil his soldiers pushing them down the green grass hills where battle takes place to weaken the Greeks ground and might. [Greeks screaming]
[Outcry…… Shrieking…… Men dying]
King Alexander: [praying to himself that what he has asked of his men does not fail] you boy over their go to my family and give them this letter see to it that it is only to them you give it.
[Yes my lord]
(Narrator):
The boy with the letter runs as fast as his legs can carry him back threw the roman streets to the palace and gives the letter to the queen. The queen opens it and read the news of how the battle fares and the instructions given if the king falls.
Dayanara: [calling her daughter] auria… auria…
Princess Auria: what is it mother? Why do you yell so?
Dayanara: your father has written of the battle he pleads with us to leave and go to the villa where you grew as a child for the battle does not fare well and he fears that they will lose. He speaks to us that he will send someone to find us if they win. Come we must go.
Princess Auria: I will find Tibius he can see us to safety out of Rome and to the villa.
Dayanara: go to him in silence speak to no one else only him.
Princess Auria: yes mother [off she runs with her footed sandals slapping on the marble floors as she does].
(Narrator):
Princess Auria runs to the solders corridor and finds Tibius telling him in hurried breath that they must leave fathers words for they are in danger. Tibius gathers up his things and follows the princess back to the royal halls and they silently leave threw the gardens heading to were the villa rests dressed in peasants clothing they be. The king back in the battle hopes that the letter he wrote as found them in time. [He once more prays]
Tibius: come my ladies this way but be careful and quite
Dayanara: we walk silent but you must call us by our names not by title Tibius
Auria: mother is right do as she says for doing so will make others think we are peasants and family. It be less likely they will look our way with suspicion.
(Narrator):
[Suddenly Greek soldiers come of darkened shadows intending to strike and **** the ladies Tibius raises his blade to stop them].
Tibius: [Crash…… his blade smashing into another]
Soldier: his blade striking back [Clashing……]
Tibius: striking the soldier down leaving blood pooling upon the marble path [rushing away]
(Scene):
Days later the three peasants make it to a quite villa outside of Rome and begin a new life as mere workers for those who live there. Any who ask about the owners the peasants simple tell them that they are away due to the battle. They being servants were made to stay behind to keep the place clean for when the owners returned, when that is they do not know. Weeks and more months pass with no word from the king they begin to fear that all is lost when one day a man wearing roman armor rides up asking for the lady Dayanara. Tibius stepping forward asks why? They must return this man says for the king calls them to him.
Tibius: who is the king?
Stanger: King Alexander of course
Tibius: wait here go nowhere else
Dayanara: what is it?
Tibius: there is a roman outside he says the king calls for us
Dayanara: then we go; this is the sign, find my daughter and gather our things.
Tibius: yes lady right away
(Narrator): They return home going back the way they had left, but through the city rather than the village.
(Scene change): they are home at the royal palace before the king once more, but he was not alone.
King Alexander: you have returned safe, this makes me happy, and rushing to them he smiles [giving them fierce hugs]
Dayanara/ Auria: we are glad to be with you once more, it was worrisome and lonely without your presence being with us.
Dayanara/ Auria: who is this man that stands before us with Greek Armor? Why is he not dead or imprisoned like the others?
King alexander: he is the prince of the Greek people and the son of King Simentos. Please be polite let me explain what has come about from the great battle on Mount Tear. [He explains]
(Narrator): alexander tells both his wife and daughter that the battle was won due to the son calling up a white flag of truce and asking that no more blood of their people be shed. (Enters Brontes).
Brontes: I am the son and prince of Greek and I wish to come up with a way to unite our lands and people. Your father mentioned that he was looking to finding you Auria a husband; I know that me being Greek may not seem a pleasant thing but I hope for a chance to prove my worth to you.
Auria: I know you be Greek but what does that have to do with the man you have become I see not. The place we are born and live helps us to grow but does not make us who we are.
Dayanara: husband I believe that Auria likes him and they seem to be getting along well [she whispers to him].
King alexander: do you think then that the idea of marriage to Brontes will suit her well, that she will love and or care for him as he will to her.
Dayanara: I do, but let them decide what their choice will be.
(Scene): the princess and prince wonder into the garden that is covered with the roman flower called the Gladiolus which means sword lily. Speaking of many things that have happened in their lives they continue walking. She tells him that she would hope to see both her homes often if she were to say yes to this peace proposal.
Alexander/Dayanara: we must speak with the two of you. Have you come to a decision about what this marriage may mean?
Auria/Brontes: we have come to a final choice after our long talk. We believe that this marriage would be well placed for both of us to accept. We have chosen to wed here and stay till the spring then to travel to Brontes’s home and have a smaller wedding there to please his father. Though this set of weddings we will sign a truce treaty combining our to lands and people.
Dayanara/ Alexander: that is well thought of from both of you. Well done, I believe that this is going to be a very happy time for all of us. Let the wedding be within a months’ time.
(Narrator): the wedding takes place upon the hill where the battle was once fought this is where they will make peace and sign the treaty. The wedding is beautiful and the flowers that are thrown around them show their unity. Both are dressed in the colors of the ocean and their prospective homes. {This is the end of their tale and perhaps a new beginning for us all on earth}.
THE END
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