Poem Series:
Magic in the Air
by OnemoreEncore
Part One
The Earth-Child's song
When the land was cold and dark
Without any feelings of hate or joy
No trace of life or magic
There came a young boy.
With him he brought his laughter
The laughter of those ages ago
Of the rivers, lakes and oceans
Of the autumn, spring and snow.
He was but a seed upon the land
And the sun rose for the first time
No longer Night, cold or black
But the Day, warm and sublime.
His smile brought the fairies around
His laughter made the friendly Giants rise
His childhood touched the land and it shifted
His love gave the land its own life
Forests sprung up from the ground
Where only dust was before
Water seeped out of every crack,
From every rocky crag and the shore.
The horses of the ocean crashed with the tide
Neighing with joy at the young child
Who in his own world of happiness
Had made a land fill with life untiled.
The Earth-child, as he was called
Brought life to whatever he touched
The golems of the north were only rocks
Before the child's gentle nudge.
The birds and insects flew from his arms
Where he brought them from none can say
But with the fairies the flying beasts mixed
And there they stay today.
The squirrels of the forest shot up trees
And bowed to his every command
As the Earth-child walked by
All the creatures rose to stand.
As the years passed and the Child grew
There the seed of sin fell
For as anger and hate started to flow
Tigers and wolves came from his hell.
When in anger he gripped the land
And the earth would split apart
In his fury he would smite the waves
And cause all his beasts to dart
He would always return to his joyful state
And his temperament would be checked
But in his anger and fury and rage
Many great beasts he had made let.
Soon the land was filled with animals
Many kinds of beasts of old
Tigers, wolves, eagles and lions
They came from his anger like a mold.
And so the land was affected
By the Earth-child's moods and sways
But his anger and rage would not last
For any longer than one day
From the sun came another child
Different in some way
Beautiful and elegant
Now the Earth-child did not play.
He looked longingly at the feminine side;
His emotions turning into hate
Forcing himself upon her
Now men came not too late
For men were not all evil;
Only most, like the Earth-child
But with his act of lust and greed
They turned into worse than bile.
Men cut down the beasts of old
Never caring about the trees
Doing the same as the Earth-child did
Forcing themselves upon the She.
The Child looked at the land now
The other shivering in fear
And in one last burst of anger
She struck him with a tear.
As a hot blade would on flesh
The Child fell face down to the ground
And the other, taken with exhaustion
Fell to the men and their hounds.
With her magic she last made
The Fairies, Golems and the Kind Beasts
Before disappearing into the air
As the protector of the land and peace
But the spirit of the Child was ridden with vengeance
And he became the patron of Man;
The two forces, good and evil;
Fought for control of the land.
Here the Song of the Earth-child ends
And the Age of Men begins
Now all of us shall see the battle
Between the men and the men's sins.
(c)2011 OnemoreEncore (King)
