Hiding
“I am the judge and jury. The harshest sceptic, condemner. The executioner with the swiftest blade…”
What creative does not know the tale? The squandering of talents crying to break
There is a story rarely told
of a battle that was a terror to behold
The heavens clashed, banged and boomed
Each against the other, impending doom
Once a friend now a foe
The stars reflected the hate of the mortals below
The Lightbringer bore Leo away
striking out the light of day
As darkness settled across the sky
it was ambitious Scorpio to cry,
“Alas! A vacant throne!”
The remaining eleven gathered ‘round
First scratching their heads with a frown
The King of Beast ne’er to be seen
How in the heavens could this be?
The Twins in their cunning
were the first to see
finally the time had come
for clever minds to lead
Their conniving much enraged the Bull
but ‘twas the Ram who felt it was his turn to rule
“Twisted serpents ye all be!
There is none as glorious as me!”
The three of the sea conspired to be
the most powerful indeed
But the Goat would not bow out without a fight
much to deadly Scorpio’s delight
With a clash of horns against claws
the Maiden stood in horror watching it all
“Oh can’t you see what you do?
You all believe the other isn’t as good as you!”
Off she raced to the Justice of the Stars
Perhaps the Scales can indicate where they are
Tipped to the right? Or tipped to the left?
Good Libra will know what’s best
But the Waterbearer blocked her path
and as she cried out, he laughed
“The time for harmony is over!
The throne is mine to takeover!”
An arrow zipped through the air
just missing Aquarius by a hair
And which champion should Virgo behold?
But the Archer standing there so bold
“To the Scales we race my Lass,
harmony must be restored fast”
Libra tipped her scales back and forth
as Sagittarius cried out,
“Dear Libra, who is to rule henceforth?”
She replied, “A restore to the balance there must be.
It is the Lightbringer who holds he.
Purest of heart and wisest of mind,
there is no other to lead the Divine”
Off to her lair on the horizon they adjourned
and brave Sagittarius tried his turn,
“Oh Bringer of Light, Bringer of Love,
please restore to us now our Sun above!”
She cackled at the Archer’s plea
“He is mine now, take your leave”
“But chaos and darkness rule in his wake!
You must see that taking him was a mistake!”
The Maiden cried out, heart forlorn
for how it hurt to see her friends so torn
“Ah but you don’t see!
Finally there is no light in the sky brighter than me!
As for the King of Hearts, I disagree
For it is I who is the Goddess of Love you see.”
The Maiden sank to her knees,
it was just no good to plea
As a soft voice whispered the key,
“Look within, there a portal be
but only the purest of heart have the power to free”
Understanding what she must do
She looked deep inside to what she knew was true
Her heart glowed with a powerful light
The Archer stood in awe of the magical sight
With a flash the scene cleared
the King of Beasts having once more appeared
The Lightbringer shrieked with rage
“How dare you escape from your cage!”
Leo radiated with intense golden light
The Goddess of Love fell silent in her fright
His words were spoken with powerful calm,
a truth she knew all along
“My dear there is no need to challenge me,
we all have glory in the heavens, as was decreed”
His words boomed through the clouds
covering the battle as a shroud
“It is the duty of all of us to lead,
as the protectors of mortal man
we are tasked with this deed.
So listen close and take heed,
for all of our gifts there is a need.”
Battered and bruised, they each looked about
His words were true, to that they had no doubt
Bowing their heads as the King of Hearts appeared
Ashamed of what had brought them here
As Aries embraced each Twin in tow
and Scorpio turned to his dear friend Leo
It was no longer a matter of foe against foe
No matter how clever, strong or wise
it is the purest heart that makes a leader inside
A vision of an epic battle for the cosmos.
I have always been fascinated by the great mythological stories of old and the vastness of the heavens. Perhaps it was my constant looking up at the night sky and my endless romanticism that birthed life into this tale that otherwise came to me seemingly out of the blue.
Are not stories there to take us away to another place? To express the dwellings of the subconscious mind through metaphor?
Upon writing this tale, I felt I could have expanded this story much much more, but decided to limit it as it was the longest poem I had ever written at that point. I found myself thinking, how long is too long? Who wants to read this? Yet, I know in my creative mind there is so much more to be said for this story, so I see this as the shortened version, the first draft of a bigger tale yet to come.
The stage is set.
“I am the judge and jury. The harshest sceptic, condemner. The executioner with the swiftest blade…”
What creative does not know the tale? The squandering of talents crying to break
“If the heart could speak…would it shed tears of mourning for the scarring of the soul? Dragging steal across bone, carving in “I’m not enough…”
“What flows into song cannot be unsung, the motion of the world long moved undone…” Within each note is a chain to something far beyond ourselves, calling us home.
Berlin Artist, Artist and Poet, American Artist, American Poet, Nature Artist, Poems of Love, Berlin Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Best Poetry, Musical Artist