Building The World VIII

Of a new being’s birth
Who arose from the earth
Of their decedent’s great power
How my spirit did sour
Of what none had endorsed
But still I was forced
Of all the results that arose from that day
How the same nothing would stay
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
As this burden did fall unto me
How much it was needed you just couldn’t see
Still, this, all you did hate
Still, me, did all you berate
So I shall sing of what had to be done
Later creating two who’d be one

On Cybele I Have No More To Say

While we all did revel at that great celebration
Sky looked down ‘pon all of creation

He saw all the power he’d lost
How little, me, it seemed then to cost

He began to weep, he tears flying free
‘Twas such a torrent that no one could see

All us were blinded and stumbled about
Until his sorrow was fully cried out

But so much of himself to Earth he had given
A new live arose, ferocious and driven

In a valley of cedars where did Humwawa roam
Most fertile was she, the richest of loam

Cybele arose as though a great tree
But not being rooted Cybele was free

But Humwawa came to see what he had heard
What had scattered the beast and the bird

There he was a person divine
With a stature that said “all this is mine”

She had the body of both goddess and god
With beauty so perfect – she in no way was flawed

He felt a rising, a heat in his loin
A desire with her and her body to join

Cybele saw this and had interest as well
Her own manly organ began then to swell

She took him all ways as they shared in their need
Fulfilled their longing, their hunger to breed

She left him alone, tired and still
Now more pleasure was he able to spill

Within her their children then started to grow
As ‘cross the land she decided to go

After a while she met one of my kin
The one among us who the least time has been

Aphrodite reacted as did the monster before
As did Cybele, so she mated once more

Together the conceived a great child indeed
One who’d be Aphrodite’s partner in need

She then did Cybele to all us present
But only I was concerned with intent

She was a titan in all but her name
Her conception was near exactly the same

While Sky had no reason to Olympians hate
Our ruling the world did not him elate

So caution I kept, ease I did take
To ensure I’d not make mistake

But the others were charmed with her poise and her grace
‘Twas easy for her to bring light to their face

As the months passed and their bellies grew large
I realized the danger, what to me it would charge

Humwawa’s children were the first to be born
But this was not what made me forlorn

For they were simply what I promised to him
A line of descendants filled with vigor and vim

One of each beastman Cybele did bear
And for this I just didn’t care

For in the time since first we had met
I’d had time to examine and vet

With immortal any child she made
Would be of a more potent grade

And the child of Love would be all that I need
To show the danger of her womb and her seed

So when ‘twas time for Aphrodite to bear
That’s when I fell into despair

When Cupid was born with his arrow and bow
At once his power did he then show

Laughing as a child will do
He shot Ares and his mother straight through

In love they fell in each other’s arm
And all saw how us he could harm

“My family,” I said “I’m sure it is clear
What reason we have no to fear

“Over even us this child has power
To make more like him, we would end our own hour

“So she’s no longer such a great mate
Cybele we have to castrate”

Their love for her though, it now was too strong
With this plan they’d not go along

But I could see that they’d neither me stop
Would let me end the threat with a chop

So taking the sickle my father did use
I went to the one who could with power infuse

She put up a fight but could not hope to win
In time, her, I was able to pin

With a flick of the wrist I made a quick cut
Though still it made me sick in my gut

Her manhood I tossed into wide Ocean
Swept away by his great sweeping motion

And now with half of her genatiles gone
Cybele’s children would be lacking in brawn

So hurt, distressed, reeling in worry
My family did to her hurry

They healed and consoled, did all that they could
Exclaimed to her that I was not any good

They had, however, allowed me to act
But none of them mentioned this relevant fact

So while ‘round penis and testes gathered some foam
By my family’s concern Cybele was home

Building The World IIII

Of some of the gods
With whom were at odd
Of what they have done
To their very own son
Of the end of them all
And their later recall
Of violence, destruction those glorious things
Which a god inexorably brings
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
As those of the north you never do tell
Only on us do you find time to dwell
But these immortals, for many, hold interest with ease
This tale does seem to everyone please
So I shall sing of a culture of warriors
Who are always and ever each others destroyers

Those Aesir Do Readily Flock To Doom To Ruin To Ragnarock

Too to the north Ares did roam
Though for him ‘twas sweeter than home

For while his sister found interest in one single man
He would enjoy a new godly clan

This was a land built ‘pon strength and ‘pon power
Here could he spend many an hour

For wilst he did wander each snowy peak
He found no creatures to be mild or meek

He wrestled the bears, ‘gainst the bulls tried his will
Greece, never, could this desire fulfill

True we too have our own tests of might
But we do not live for contests and fights

So with joy he explored this new place
Humans ignoring and too each weaker race

So happy was he when a giant he found
Which opened its mouth with a terrible sound

But before he could that great menace fight
Another appeared to prove his own might

And despite the fact he had just one arm complete
The giant he quickly did easily beat

His knee on its back he ripped off its head
The white of the snow did right then turn red

He turned with a grin, blood all ‘cross his face
My son he did at once then embrace

“My fellow!” he said as he offered his hand
“Let me show you the way of this land

“Tyr is my name, one of great Odin’s sons
May I ask from which realm you have now come?”

Aries, he told him all that he could
For at the skill of dissembling he was not any good

But they got along well, those strong warriors two
And did they do as warriors do do

They battled all beasts, just for their fun
Any every challenge they easily won

After  a while to Asgard they went
But only once their spirit was spent

As they ascended the burning Bifrost
Tyr explained why he rarely it crossed

“My friend” he said “I lack love for my kin
My missing hand, it reminds of their sin

“For Fenrir, the wolf, they had decided to chain
But no hope had they to his power restrain

“That child of Loki did every bond break
To such restriction he just wouldn’t take

“So to the dwarves my father did go
How this to do, surely they’d know

“Indeed a solution they at once did provide
No wonder in craft they hold so much pride

“Glipnir, a ribbon, from which he’d never slip free
But to make it, six things would never now be

“The spittle of birds and fishes’ breath
Bears’ nerve, they fear not even death

“Women’s beard and mountains’ root
The sound made by a cat’s padded foot

“Glipnir’s the reason that none these exist
Glipnir that ribbon that none can resist

“Once more Fenrir they attempted to bind
But he suspected they had some trick in mind

“And when they produced what looked silken and week
Of treachery further their actions did reek

“So he agreed to be tied with that soft crimson band
But on if one in his mouth held a hand

“I stepped up, did for this volunteer
Hoping to lessen his suspicion and fear

“They laced up the ribbon, binding him tight
And ‘gainst it he strained with all of his might

“Glipnir did hold, kept him in place
And rage flushed his fur bristled face

“But before I got my hand from his maw
He bit down with his full strength of jaw

He teeth rended through muscle and bone
Sharper than one could any blade hone

“And ‘though I was there with a stump of an arm
None them cared at all of my harm

“They cheered, raised their voice and rejoiced
Concern for me, none of them voiced

“So I decided to leave, stayed ‘way from them then
Spent my time with the heroes of men”

Ares was wrecked, his tears did flow free
He just couldn’t see how they allowed this to be

“Tyr,” he said “we don’t have to return
Not after how they did you then spurn”

But he raised his one hand and gave a shake of his head
“Do not judge from what to you I have said

“They’re not always the best, that act, true, was ill
But I will fight and die for them still

“One day all us together will stand
As the greatest of wars engulfs the whole land

The giants will march against all of the gods
And Loki will join them, oh so fatally flawed

“All the fel forces will gather that day
And bring to the world a sense of dismay

“The midgard serpent will rise from the sea
And Fenrir, that wolf, will once more be free

“Jormungandr and Thor will the other one kill
For my brother is stronger but venom does still

“And Odin, he, the father of all
To the wolf that day will finally fall

“Vidarr, however, will grab the beast’s snout
And with a great wrenching turn the inside to out

“I, alas, won’t have any such death
Just by some giant will I draw my last breath

“At the end, Surtr, will burn down the earth
Though it will, once more, only us birth

“It will make the land fertile more
Just as it was when the first gods it bore

“We will, in time, again walk this world
All the same actions will again be unfurled

“So my friend if you one thing recall
Do not let you your family appall

“Whatever they do, you have to be better
Do not to their actions let yourself fetter

“So let us join those who did to me so wrong
And join them in feast as well as in song”

Hymn to Peace

Oh you goddess, so fleeting, unending and ceaseless we do chase
You who drives us to good and to ill for desire is above all
For you oh! for you shall I sing so, so, highly of your place

For inspiration that you give, thus to despair we shall not fall
You stand just out of reach, your hand you then offer, as we hope
For it I sing; hollering back as I echo that sweet call

For all the horrors you bring as at any solution, desperately, we grope
When it appears that the fighting is never to end we do cheat
For them I sing; hobbled by what we’ve done to you I lope

For your contentment that promise of what is to come when we, strife, beat
How you are to embrace us without and within to let us rest
For it I sing; striving as ever to you, in myself, greet

You are the goal we agree we should seek, for by far are you best
We disagree, are unable to look, all together, on your face
For you I sing; you whom we love, for whom always will we quest