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

Building The World XI

Of my moral decent
Which did never relent
Of a daring escape
So I couldn’t her rape
Of Hera’s great chase
Where did Leto outpace
Of a family who did stay together
Despite my torrential weather
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
In this tale – well – I couldn’t be worse
Thus I don’t trust you to sing verse
For while I did never you harm
I did neither you charm
So I’ll speak, though, not in defence
And sing of a great and horrid offence

The First Of My Sins And The Birth Of My Twins

My lust at first I controlled with ease
And this, for sure, did well Hera please

That hungering look was for her all alone
What I did with Alcmene – I need never atone

But alas! this way was not destined to last
In fact my strength degraded quite fast

For greater, we gods, are in each way
Even in those we wish not to stay

Our spite and our vengeance truly runs deep
Just to just actions we just can not keep

Only one deed would it then take
For my will, my conscious to break

It happened while at a crossroad
I saw what’s often kept in abode

Love Perses, Asteria did make
Which in the end would create Hekate

And the look of Asteria in her passionate throws
How my desire did flame – oh! no one knows

It burned in my mind ‘til control turned to ash
All semblance of honour that day would I dash

I came to Asteria, predacious in look
She knew my desire, to flight then she took

‘Cross the whole world she ran ‘way from me
She tired eventually, no longer could flee

But she never would yield – would not with me be
She turned to a quail – flew into the sea

When water she touched she didn’t then die
She turned to the island where men prophecy

Delos she made as it rose from the ocean
But ‘twas not the end of my lustful commotion

Her sister, I thought, must be like her
It seemed so simple to that much to infer

However, I’d learned not simply to take
My actions before were clearly mistake

So when Leto I did then approach
With her, the subject, I knew how to broach

“My cousin,” I said “I can give you a child
One with power to make others’ seem mild

“Their strength will be as good as the best
Far above, they’ll be from the rest”

This was all that I needed to say
Leto with me was ready to lay

So that desire finally was quelled
But Hera to action I had then impelled

For just as I’d seen those two before
She had caught me with her, being a boar

And while I saw the hate in her eyes
‘Twas not just me she did then despise

Leto she hounded, gave unending chase
But she let her escape, it wasn’t a race

Suffering, pain, she wished then to cause
Hoping other lovers would consider and pause

For while she escaped, got ‘way every turn
It wasn’t a capture for which Hera did yearn

Harried and harried Leto did run
After a while it, for Hera, was fun

She loved the pursuit, how it let her be cruel
Until that passion itself became it’s own fuel

So gleeful, sadistic, she harassed her dear quarry
The first in a line of many such story

But when gestation journey did at last end
A gift, for her, the Morai did send

At Delos she rested having found peace
For her sister would not pain increase

Leto, then, did start to give birth
But two children did she bring to this earth

Artemis was the first to be and be born
She who leads the claw, tooth, and horn

She, at once, was ready to act
Ability and drive she never has lacked

Midwife did she the birth of Apollo
Which, after her’s, did immediately follow

He with power of healing and death
Who Future could speak with every breath

Only now did Hera relent
She was patron of birthing and her hate had been spent

Her lesson, it seems, fell on deaf ears
None of my lovers would listen to fears

But this seemed to work for her too
For now she’d love what she would do

Thus Hera I did ruin as well
Though she enjoys it, so I won’t on her dwell

But those two I hurt and have true remorse
So to them I must say, of course

“Mea culpa”