Hello to you all. I am Typhoon and this is my little Seiryu poem book. I had my inspiration for this from Cheetara's "Scrapbbok". Her most recent chapter left me in a sort of brainstorm and I came up with this. I hope you all like it. The first chapter is dedicated to the "Tassle". You know who...Enjoy!
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"Some things lighten nightfall
and make a Rembrandt of a grief.
But mostly the swiftness of time
is a joke; on us. The flame-moth
is unable to laugh. What luck.
The myths are dead."
---- Stan Rice
"Body of Work" (1983)
SAVIOUR
I never believed in gods.
Sure, they existed, for certain people.
But not for me.
Never for me.
I never could believe in gods.
Not even when I first discovered myself.
Not even when my eyes fell every time
On the mark that the gods clawed onto me.
It never made sense to me.
Their prophecy of eternal glory.
There was no time for posing a warrior.
Day after day.
Night after night.
And the gods were never there for me.
Not for me.
Never for me.
Never during those gore nightmares.
Of blood, of corpses, of screams,
Of pain.
Not even when the nightmares came to life.
And darkness threatened to finger its greed all over my body.
How I loathed those phantom eyes…
Day after day.
Night after night.
I cried myself to unrested sleep.
I begged the gods to protect me.
And they were never there.
Not for me.
Never for me.
And so I never believed in gods.
Never dared believe in gods.
Until one day.
When god finally came down to me.
I know, you may not call him a god.
What god thrives on blood?
What god slaughters without mercy?
You may call him anything you want.
But I was being jeered at by demons.
About to be thrown away in garbage,
Like some rotten flower.
Skinned alive.
I cannot tell you how much I cursed the gods that day.
Cursed them for their pathetic lies.
For what is a warrior who cannot even protect his own self?
Let alone others.
And I knew I was no warrior.
Because I gave in to tears.
I gave in to shame.
I closed my helpless eyes.
The only thing I could do.
To save myself from the ocean of humiliation
That the whole world had to offer me.
But I swear I didn't pray to the gods.
Not even then.
For I knew I was not to be saved.
And yet…the blow never came.
All of a sudden, the dark clouds dispersed.
And demons lay at my feet.
Slaughtered to hell.
I looked up and I could have sworn
That my eyes had fallen upon
A god.
There can be no other word for what he was.
There can be no earthly creature as beautiful as that.
The sun's rays kissed his hair like gold.
His blue eyes resembled strength and power.
And the moment I looked into their depths
I knew I had seen
Salvation.
People called him a merciless murderer.
They fled from him.
Feared him.
But I couldn't take my eyes away;
Such shameless I was to be feasting upon
The beauty of a god.
His eyes held no emotion.
Only silence, that called out to me, "come"…
And I was lost.
So, till this day,
I do not believe in gods.
There are no gods for me.
Not for me.
Never for me.
None, but only one.
The one that had appeared to me
As my saviour.
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