Escaping the world's most unknownst caves,
Ambling to the shore,
Lying beneath the dismal waves,
I hear a lurid roar.
I rise above the hurling sea,
To only see regret,
Soon after sat, alongside me,
My first love's silhouette.
She was composed, somewhat archaic,
Although exposed, slightly encrusted,
I had imposed, why so prosaic?
She had disclosed, I lastly adjusted.
And then that day she went away,
With no sign of remorse,
Forever more, she'd been a stray,
And swayed my lively course.
I marched upon my ghastly trail,
With each step filled with fear,
Through roaring thunder, mournful hail,
My path was rather clear.
To see the vast, euphoric moon,
In such a time of need,
It drummed my chest, and made me swoon,
In awe I would concede.
I passed the climb, without a care,
It was too high for me,
Walked down an endless flight of stairs,
The climb would rise with thee.
I neared the exit, charged with vigour,
Standing there, her gelid figure,
I halt, I stood, I held my breath,
For I was not so far from death.
I walked along, my body worried,
I walked the steps of countless men,
My tears were bleeding, I was buried,
Beneath the dismal waves again.
At last, my misery, taken ashore,
My head was finally vain,
And then would I beseech, implore?
That I would feel no pain.
Engulfed was I, beneath the sea,
I drowned and hoped for nothing more,
The gods had then ignored my plea,
And hauled me to an eerie shore.
Beside my body, stretched on sand,
Soaked in dampen rock,
Beauty lifted with her hand,
A heart that love would mock.
Slowly she would lay abreast,
And ally with the ground,
The heart would thunder through her chest,
A loud and vibrant sound.
She soothed her fingers down my face,
And cleansed my ocean tears,
Such that beauty would erase,
My meek undying fears.
Trembling, I, would cast aside,
My broken-hearted past,
As unspoken, guarded tides,
Would have her cloaked at last.
Then the ocean waves would rise,
They'd overlook the skies,
And I, a poor man, so unwise,
Would, bound into demise.
Through deadly reefs, I sought to find,
A heart whose medley spread,
Apart from forlorn dreams entwined,
Her heart lay torn to shred.
Beside her body, would it lay,
As her tears would fall,
And as the symphony, ceased to play,
I forged my final call.
Beneath the sea, her body weak,
She was losing breath,
And as her blood began to leak,
I had sensed her death.
With the ocean stream I flew,
To rescue what was deep,
And as I neared, the dream heart grew,
And lastly went to sleep.
But then both fell, and her as well,
Down a dusky cave,
Enslaved, we landed near a shell,
On which bright gold was paved.
An echo cried, it was my call,
It would subside, from wall to wall,
And there she stood, her heart in hand,
Her heart which dimly did expand.
Then through a tunnel we would soar,
Escaping such restraint,
And soon enough we reached the shore,
Yet still, the sound was faint.
I crawled upon the gritty sand,
And high above, the clouds would swan,
But then, as I began to stand,
I realised that she was gone.
Like my palms, my heart would shrivel,
Warmth had left and hereby frost,
For her lust, I'd weep and snivel,
Once again, our love was lost.
I looked ahead, a castle near,
With roofs of red, and windows clear,
Approaching all the towers high,
I walked beneath the scarlet sky.
I wept away my deep resent,
I stepped upon the mossy stone,
I passed a bridge, so slightly bent,
Beneath which laid a tonne of bone.
And soon, would I have crossed the moat,
I then opposed the wooden door,
Above the doorknob, someone wrote,
“Renounce at once, and stay no more!”
The warning I would disregard,
I clenched the doorknob, pulling back,
I tried to push, the door was barred,
I tried until the sky was black.
All hope was lost, I'd given up,
I then looked underneath to see,
An olden lustrous golden cup,
With words engraved,“A drink for thee.”
I took one sip, then two, then three,
My head was floating, all was light,
For every weep and ache would flee,
And I, had not one fear in sight.
I turned around, and old of age,
With cloak, and mane, and beard of white,
A man whose past would sire sage,
And span his vast and dire might.
Beneath the man, a beast afloat,
With garnet scales, I'd gaily gloat,
A tail whose ends would wreak of flame,
A tale whose birth would be the same.
The chalice fell within the mere,
While beast and man would slowly near,
With trembling ground at every paw,
Around my waist, its lethal claw.
And high above, the dragon soared,
While man and I would tightly clasp,
The swanning clouds had been explored,
While hills and seas, our eyes would grasp.
I looked below, lo and behold,
A hundred islands filled the seas,
The dragon plunged, and there untold,
Were mountless hills and countless trees.
A sudden waft of fear ensued,
A fierce and fearless lion too,
The both would then begin to feud,
A roaring fire, grew and grew.
The man and I would sit aside,
And hide from all the burning trees,
As every trunk would light with pride,
The wise man leapt and yelled "At ease!"
Now both the creatures ceased to threap,
The old man said "Expend your might!"
And soon the both would fall asleep,
For neared the unforsaken night.
The trees would dance, and roses bloom,
As moon and stars would meet their doom,
The morning shun upon us bright,
Whilst fears and worries came alight.
The old man stood beside me, stern,
He said "My friend, it's time you learn,
The meaning true behind old age",
He up and yelled "Unseal the cage!"
I looked ahead, and saw so bland,
Four hooves had trampled on the sand,
For which the body was of mount,
A head of man that would surmount.
I gazed a while, until it said,
"My name is Han, climb on my back,
From pain and sadness you have fled,
And still the things of worth you lack."
"My boy, you have the world to see,
From life no play will set you free,
So thus begins our journey's leave,
And don't forget what you perceive."
The hundred hills would pass us by,
The clouds would still, delay the sky,
The flowers, trees and roses grow,
The moon and sun and oceans glow.
"You see, my boy" he said to me,
"Amounts of things you love will break,
Your eyes will cry, your pride will plea,
Your brain will rot, your heart will ache.
"For you, I have no more to spare,
Forgo through life with but despair,
Your wisdom shall indeed prevail,
Through fire, drought and Zeus' hail."
That was the last I saw of him,
His eerie smile, his cryptic grim,
His words would ring in both my ears
His wisdom cling and rid my fears.
Amongst the journey, I had found,
A sword of diamond plane aground,
Its handle crimson, made of stone,
However, cursed.. I should have known.
There was one thing, that Han had said,
As soon as I had clutched the blade,
"Before you sever someone's head,
Just know for theirs, your life you'll trade."
And on I went, through day and night,
Through darkness lit and darkest light,
But then one night, I stood afar,
And slightly so, I saw a star.
The star would glow, and rightly so,
Upon my heart, it would bestow,
I closed my eyes, and opened wide,
As soon a sight had struck I cried.
My long lost love was not submerged,
"Where had you gone, my love?" I urged,
"Speak or sing or yell!" I pressed,
"Your heart, it beats still in my chest."
She neared me slow, her lips were sealed,
The secrets new, she had concealed,
Her hair aflow with covert mind,
Her eyes in front, her woes behind.
She seemed less like herself, somehow,
Of course I wouldn't mind, not now!
The only thing I love returned,
Now every other bridge had burned.
She held my cheek, and calmly said,
"My love! I thought that you were dead!
I'm filled with joy, and stilled with shock,
For years I'd been a prisoner's mock."
"A man of old, and beard of white,
Had held me captive, con my will,
For I have long been out of sight,
Until of course, my dire shrill."
"He has a lion, dragon too,
And wears a cloak of white and blue,
An evil man, as one can be,
At last a fiend from which I'm free."
My mind was so confused and dim,
"The old man.. no it can't be him,
My darling, all you know is wrong,
The man is weak and frail, not strong!"
"He helped me fight, he helped me learn,
He let me see the world of men,
For you, although, I have concern,
Have you been seeing.. things again?"
She looked me stern, her eyes ajar,
Around which seemed a recent scar,
"Are you okay?" she said with care,
I had no choice but to forswear.
"We must destroy him!" she proclaimed,
"Tear his guilty neck!" she blamed,
"Hundreds barred beneath his tower,
You and I will take his power!"
There on out, we'd gone along,
And skewed my view of right and wrong,
For lover's grief will let man be,
A man astrayed from man of free.
Unsure about my lover's tale,
We clump aback my Delphic trail,
"I wonder, was he truly ill,
I hope not", yelled my fixed goodwill.
She hid behind a tree of green,
As I approached old man of age,
Who still my darling hadn't seen,
Thus I - good man - inclined assuage.
The old man said "My boy, you're back!",
I shook his hand with nails of black,
"Good sir", I asked, "May I implore?
Hast thou opposed known evil lore?"
"My boy" he said, "I spare your tongue,
For I have asked myself since young,
Am I a man of good or bad?
Is this the life I could have had?"
"I used to be... a different breed,
With crooked views and righteous greed,
Although, my wit had wit for two,
My state of mind... a bit askew."
"Euphoric nonetheless, I felt,
With all the pain and troubles dealt,
Through night and day, inside abyss,
My thoughts endued and pure from bliss."
"But then, with warning thrown aside,
Myself, the one I loved, had died,
And from that moment, to this day,
I've wished upon my old astray."
"I see the reason for your doubt,
From tales of old shall rumours sprout,
You'll understand one day, I hope,
And with the nearing troubles cope."
Abashed, I turned my head and scowled,
"Explain yourself!" I curtly growled,
"I know this man is all but good,
Although, I wish you understood."
She neared us both, her eyes entwined
With his, she said "You are but kind,
A wretched man, at best for years,
I wish you pain and bloodshot tears."
"I know your kind, your broken past,
Your doleful, spoken lineal last,
Your toxic touch and mortal zest,
I curse your sad, dispersing nest."
I stood in shock, my ears in grief,
My tears ensued in moments brief,
The man of old just plainly said,
"I'm sorry that your kin is dead."
"But have you know, no man of wrong,
Would to the world above belong,
Your kin is gone, for fulsome fault,
Alas, refrain from blind exalt."
"A man and father, raised in hell,
In time your lofty sting shall quell,
But know, your father's fate is well,
With those alike, where evils dwell."
"My son" he said with arms of wide,
"She might have wept, she might have cried,
Although for long your love has lied,
So once at last, appoint your side!"
I stood unknown, and rightly so,
My soul above, Or love below?
I couldn't choose, I had no clue,
And then the dragon up and flew.
The lion roared and crushed the ground,
And made a fearsome roaring sound,
The trees would fall, the grass would burn,
My heart would welt with fear in turn.
The soil grew, with brazen horns,
And arms with hands eclipsed with thorns,
The dragon struck, and lion too,
But every move, the devil knew.
The old man yelled "That much is done!
Your chance at glory's close to none!
So hear me speak, and hear me well,
Now send your demon back to hell!"
She closed her eyes and raised her hand,
"Attack this man and take his land!
And all his precious people too.
My father's dream... I'll see it through!"
"Enough!" I yelled, "This isn't fair,
Your troubled lives do not compare,
So see it well, and let it be,
I beg of you, accept my plea!"
"I will not side, I will not choose,
Amidst your conflict? I refuse!,
So either leave, or live in peace,
And tell your foul beasts to cease."
She closed her eyes and flicked her hair,
"You've really shown how much you care,
Through every feat that we have been,
Through fiery depths and splinters thin."
"My heart is yours, but I must part,
For I have one more likely start,
We've tried for long and all has failed,
So once at last, I will have bailed."
"Although I leave my heart with yours,
I do this so we end our wars,
And yet, I leave with heart of one,
I leave with nothing but our son."
"My darling wait.." I yelled too late,
My blood had wished a different fate,
I screamed and yelled but none was heard,
Except an air-borne condor bird.
Its whistling numbed my aching ears,
And listening dulled my futile fears,
Yet I could not forget one bit,
Her endless charm or festive wit.
For many years a lonely road,
With old man lost and kindness owed,
His dragon stayed and lion left,
The king of beasts had gone bereft.
My hair turned white from old of age,
A man of old and man of rage,
I'd lived a time of fervent strife,
But it was time I changed my life.
Upon my dragon, we would soar,
And through the crystal clouds we tore,
The mountains high and oceans deep,
The herd of cows and flocks of sheep.
Against the wind, my beard of white,
With skies of blue and godly sight.
Then caught my eyes a tale of old,
A story that was once foretold.
I see a castle, towers high,
And since that view we'd gone awry.
Towards the castle, memory clear,
A memory that I'd slightly fear.
But nonetheless, the dragon fell,
The world above the world of hell,
The castle doors were opened wide,
So in I went, all woes aside.
I neared a table, plain of wood,
With golden statues, all that stood,
And on the table, seats for ten,
A written scroll read "Try again."
Frightened, I would leave behind,
The note that deadly demons signed,
I fled outside where all was clear,
Until my dragon brute was near.
We flew away, but then I saw,
Amid the moat, and all in awe,
A youthful man, with chalice filled,
And man of long lost kindred guild.