A Jackal's Ghost

For anyone who might have enjoyed, The Jackal and the Wolf

In the days of man's past when Gods, beast, monster and man had claimed the mass held be the barrier of the world, their own.

Two sons of Nature had been born to Antaeus and his wife Fuath, the eldest was know the the words of God, Man and Beast as;

Jackal................


But in all tales of pain, sorrow, heroics, pride and loss,

The Jackal fell to his own vanity,

self righteousness,

pride,

ego,

and the most deadly sin,

the reassureness of his own legend.



No Crueler punishment forsought Man, Fallen Angel, or Demi God as his own belief in his own legend.


















He had fallen, his death blew a cold and sorrowful wind,

but his brother,

held the reigns of tide and wind.

For Twenty score the winds felt cold and black,

from the Northmen's water to the falling plauge of the Pharrow.




The Wolf held his course true, his arms strained but stronger,

Clouds of worry,

doubt,

fear,

worrisome troubles,

would rock his mind as the ships across the Sea.





"If only the water, rain, wind, thunder, and black deep knew,

As they rage, I battle their masters,

My arms pull against the darker shorers of wickedness,

As the All Father, with one eye see's everything,

As The Barrier of Land, shake in his rage,

I shall call upon the rain,

thunder,

wind,

water,

I shall hold my course as charged."








Some wrestled his power from him,

fools, beast, tyrant, man,

they would come to the great Mesa in the waters,

see his browned skin holding scores of ropes,

as a ships-master holds his charge.




Their ships would land,

monsters scurry upon the sand,

winged horrors would swoop down,

swords drawn, armies in formation, fools yearning for their silver and gold promised.






"Are your arms strong?

Can they steady the wind,

Bring a Turtle Back of a Seaman?

If those have heard the name,

'Jackal'.

I am his brother, and by all the Gods,

Furies of the Seven Winds,

Kali,

And The All Father,

you will not wish this responcibilty, this pain,

this trail, this upon any God or Man, but I shall guard it, to your
last man, beast, magi, or medicine man."






And as they came,

they fell, some by thunder, wind, rain, and water,

others,

it is not for one to say.








But one such tyrant chose something,

cunning,

evil,


and would break the heart of any who posed one.



























To Be Continued

Author's Note

Reviews

[Rebecca Buller]

A very mystical piece & I look forward to reading more.

[Rocans]

You definitely have superb story telling ability. Your mythological write sits well with me.

[KeelyJane]

Reads like a story rather than a poem. Either way you have so much talent. So many of your writings have inspired me in some way. Thank you for sharing and also thank you for taking the time to read and review my work. It is much appreciated and almost as rewarding as reading your work. ;0)

[JenniferMarie]

Ah, you are a story teller. I admire this. I like story tellers. I found it interesting and something you should continue. Thank you for sharing.

[Corset]

very intriging :) I look forward to seeing where you're going with this, it very flamboyant and mythical sounding , I love the mythical stories, look forward to keeping tabs on this one .

[Quill~]

Well told! I'm intrigued with this dark tale and can't wait until the next piece unfolds. I enjoyed reading this mystical piece.