The Tree of Dreams

Sun, Moon and Sea

Sun, Moon and Sea

When the world was young and magic was high,

two brothers were born ‘neath the unending sky.

Twins of great power, identically made,

each matched in strength with the bow and the blade.

They spent their time hunting, living each day,

without any troubles, they just went their own way.

The brothers immortal, no cares did they own,

with faith in each other, no pain had they known.

Then Fate played his card and dealt a cruel blow,

for love struck them both with its heart stopping glow.

Sweet song of attraction had smitten the two,

but tragedy struck when they realised who.

Their hearts, both smitten by the same gentle dame,

and being so alike, they loved her the same.

Neither was willing to cede to the other,

love broke the wrought iron bond of the brother.

The girl she did cry endless tears of despair,

quite nearly an ocean, so much did she care.

For neither could shine any more than his twin,

a choice ‘tween the two meant one couldn’t win.

So duly the brothers agreed to one thing,

to fight to the end, and to be crowned her king.

She continued to wail and cry out love’s pain.

Her suitors, the brothers, fought on in the rain.

Brothers in hate, they fought on for her heart,

their fight was unceasing, they were never apart.

Through years they both strove, each gave his all

But well matched and immortal, neither could fall.

Nothing impeded their chaotic fight

Not heat, cold or rain, bright sun or the night

Focussed completely on each others death,

they swore to fight on ‘til they breathed their last breath.

But their power was great, and their fervour unceasing,

they laid waste to everything that came within reaching.

Totally focussed on each others pain,

nothing else mattered ‘til the other was slain.

Anything, anyone, that came within reach,

was batted aside, and their bones left to bleach.

Nothing impeded the swathe of despair,

that the twins left behind them, they killed without care.

While people lamented and mourned for the lost,

the twins battled on, unaware of the cost.

They sought help from the gods, beseeching their aid

for surcease to the fighting, and death by the blade.

Prayers reached the ears of the deities above,

who looked down and saw the fraughtbattle for love.

They saw that the fight could never be won,

that destruction continued, but what could be done?

Their immortal flesh could not be destroyed,

but destruction of innocents was a thing to avoid.

And so they came up with an alternative plan,

to save the much battered races of man.

With no choice forthcoming from the lady who cried,

and no end to the battle, as neither had died,

the gods changed the battle to a much higher sphere,

and changed the fraught lady to live with her tears.

And so, they fight on, as the day turns to night,

sun battling moon in a fight for the light.

The chase yet continues, the dame ever weeps,

the battle yet rages, yet neither twin sleeps.

While ever the twins battle high in sky,

the woman they love will continue to cry.

The Lady of Seas, sealed in cool saline womb,

cried her own prison, the oceans her tomb.