Chapter 6: The Raid goes up in FlamesA Chapter by CeuthonymusInto the great sea of glory Did our hero go. He was ignorant, But by journeys end, Would become a wise man. For now however, He feared for his life As he hid aboard the ship Of god-like Odysseus. And as others have claimed before Along with resourceful Odysseus That the wind did carry them to Ismarus, Land of the Cicones. The child all the while staying in that barrel Fearing the soldiers and even worse, Being caught by them. The men sought and found land, That was Ismarus, Land of the cursed and Damned with eternal flames from raids. The men made port, Preparing to pillage for resources. Desperate times call for desperate measures. The child took a peak through the creaks in the barrel Just to see the last of the men leave Heading up onto the main deck of the doomed ship In order to make its first stop of many to come. The boy hesitated, But felt no soul onboard And that all were outside and well away from the ship Some staying onshore to make sure that none think wise And try to take their get-a-way vessel. These were no fools For knowledgeable and resourceful Odysseus Was among these men And he being a mortal god Gave him his strength, But his mind beginning to be filled with arrogance, Not even able to foresee or take notice Of the poor boys soul And of his presence aboard his very vessel. The child we must leave for the present however, For the muses send me into this monstrosity Of a raid as women weep over the very Corpses of the fallen and their fates Of performing crude acts of loveless behavior. Brave men forged into soldiers fall before These cowards who rally around this mortal god As he urges them forward to fill them full of sin And keep them in line. All the while an actual god watches, Just as he did atop the hill Back in Troy with Keres, slayer of justice. He had a job to finish And He would not slip from his fingers once more. This time he would succeed to kill Him. Snap Whoosh The inferno comes forth From the very forges of hell Sending these poor warriors to a worse fate Then the Fates had even woven for them. At first spark of the demonic flames, Those cowards following brave Odysseus Retreated back to the ship Were the young hero was beginning to peep up Out of the ship as he was out of his safe barrel. Seeing that he had no time left, The poor child dove into the hay Borrowing in deep enough to not be noticed by any drunkard. And onto the safe vessel these cowards ran Wanting to go home and having their fun Leaving behind doomed souls for Burning Asbetos, Village destroyer To lay claims to their souls down in Hades realm. And off they went, Awaiting for the rosy fingers of Dawn to grace them once more. © 2013 Ceuthonymus |
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Added on July 14, 2013 Last Updated on July 14, 2013 AuthorCeuthonymusAdrian, MIAboutJust got a story that I hope one day shall be known all around the world. It will be an epic, I know it will. more..Writing
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