Δευτέρα, 10 Αυγούστου 2009


The seventh land

There the Boy with the golden hair stood
And looked far and beyond for something anew
His ethnic heart was pounding hard
For yearning horizons in the Seven Lands

Then the day came when the Sun embraced him
And gave him the gift of Intelligence to guide him
For the Sun whispered to the Boy ‘‘twas the right time’
For the Boy to flee from the lonely Nile with a smile

The Sun’s words shone in the Boy’s juvenile heart
And foretold him that it was his destiny to journey to the Seven Lands
But before those first footsteps of his were made the Sun forewarned
“Do not be fooled by the vain diamonds of the world!”

So the Boy, his journey began
With travels exotic in the distant Lands
With silver and golden treasures appearing from the mists
And many sweet odours honeying his dreams

The Boy was be-dazzled with jest
By the colourful wonders of the Wicked West
And temptation crept in the darkness amiss
For soon it would circle him in its spidery sleep

“My poor Boy!”, the Golden Sun’s advice you forgot
And the bestowed gift of Love was left in the darkest room of all
Blinded by the dancing lights of the Six Lands
The Boy like a dark horse pranced in Corruption’s hands

When the Seventh Land loomed in the Azure horizon
It wailed and yelled for happiness in its aprons
All its golden and beautified myths
Sparkled hope in the Boy’s destiny

The Boy was full of zest and arrogant blindness
Dashing about like a white knight in this doomed earth
With proud joy the energy wanted to resurrect
Missing the claws and his flaws that fooled him like dark puppets

The sights that the Boy set out to find
Were proven false and gloriously ‘Light’
For they held a magnanimity with ivory myths of the past
And scorching truths that would haunt the Boy’s Mighty laugh

The Boy drew back in fear by this colossal antiquity
And gazed on the people’s modern tyranny
For his gift of Life gave him leave of the mocking ability
To gloriously abhor ignorance and anonymity

Insanity held its frantic sceptre covered in green
And drove the Boy to the edge of the falling hill
But ho! Behold, the Sun came majestic to the Boy’s call
Like a giant that rose to fight all Wars

The Sun stood with its Golden embrace
Beholding the strongest smile for the Boy’s fate
And whispered softly between his teeth once again
Like he had in the past with tenderness warming his pain

“My Beloved Boy, do not despair or fear,
For every sheep might stray from the paved way of a Holy tear.
And when thorns of Cold are about to prick your head
That is when I will appear and remind you the beginning of praying

Though my Boy you were blinded
By the false Lights and the false Love promises,
This land will be your hearth in earth with no hiding
If only your shields will fall and give to New Chance a hail!

Be Captain of Souls with your Red Graces
With no Arrogance for Mentor
Lead to the cliff all your dark Vices
And battle your plastic Sanguine demons

Embrace the purity of thy past
And learn to fill the void with the Real love
Although strong twisted luscious feelings thy life might disrupt
Turn away and close thy eyes to them, for they deserve none of thy heart!”

The Boy wept that Starry February Night
As he slowly realized the calling of the Seventh Land had arrived
For all the years of riches in his vain hands
Had make him forget the Light of the Nile

There he stood again like a flower waiting to be watered
With a little more glory and a little more heart to look after
And gazed at his Father Sun and promised from then on
That the pearls of his life would shine till the infinite time’s halt!



~for the Boy who wasn't finished with that~

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