Her heart did a flutter, as she beheld him,
Dark as the eternal night and yet a cutting figure
His stony heart did cry a river as he beheld the beauteous beacon
A hand extended, a hand grasped,
bodies moved to heavenly song and thus began the dance of life, as Chaos and Light spun to primal song.
Flaxen mountains rose and fell, chiseled ground did crack and part, Heat rose, the waters flowed, brilliance shone. Heat of passion blossomed to warmth of mirth, and from that depth was born, Pantheon.
As brilliance ground against the dour night, Shadow leapt and pranced around. As fiery locks chafed against cold breast,
the Sea rose and churned. To notes unheard, to symphony unknown, they danced and they twirled, without heed to anything but need, The symphony rose to heights unknown to birth a horror well foreseen.
And so came the first heathen breath, shuddering, fearful. First the prayers and then the naysayers. In affable mock did the pantheon see, only to feel the barbs, of hatred unforeseen. Chains of ire, chains of gall, chains of spite and chains of jealousy, all they could to seal the cause, beneath a mountain all because, unheeding, misbehaving, as children did they twirl and twist, birthing horrors no one missed.
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Rise of Pantheon
PoetryMy first try at publishing something that I think is worth reading. A simple poem about my own version of the Ancient Greek story of Creation. I hope you enjoy reading it and consider the two minutes you spent well worth it. Do leave your comment...
