The Styx Far Shore
By redfurrydragon
If and when, time reaches an end, and night,
it covers the world.
Life turns around, death gains some ground, the
Reaper's cloak unfurled.
The sun burns black, the moon shines
bright, the shadows, they come alive.
No life untouched, fate's grip
strengthens, humanity cannot survive.
The Dragon of red, his
fur softly waving, the wind it carries his song.
The two beating hearts,
a pair so old, but still they beat so strong.
He longs for
the past, a time that is gone, her thoughts that carried him high.
The
memories still linger, but the fear of that love, to choose death he would
sooner try.
He cannot see there, to look would be cruel, two
lovers locked in embrace.
Falling low over sea, a reflection staring
back, tears streaming down his face.
Is this wrong to feel,
these thoughts and dreams, a passing in night they shared?
Although
condemned, so drawn were they, this love they should not have dared.
The power then wrought, his heart it stole, his life forever changed.
She was like no other, the impression placed there, his destiny, was
rearranged.
Those moments between the two united, so close they
were as one.
Their breaths exchanged, their hands then touched, the
dream had finally come.
This dream so dark, it seemed so real,
their only place to meet.
Her hunger strong, her eyes now wet, her
lips so soft and sweet.
She pulled him near and softly cried,
"My love, we cannot be.
Our paths not meant to join on this world,
our will is not yet free."
He protests this claim, his breath
now fast, his heart is racing on.
"If we're not meant to be as one,
then dreams will write our song."
His dream and hers, the same
they wanted, or so they both believed.
No heart could take the power
brought forth this love they did conceive.
So strong it was,
consuming both, their souls entwined as one.
To cleave these two would
cause much pain, enough to quell the sun.
The moon rising high,
the wind then howls, he knows what she will do.
Although her wish
to love the man must die to see them through.
Her heart and
his, become a pair, and settle side by side.
The Dragon red takes
over man, and death comes on the tide.
Man and woman now joined
inside, a life their thoughts now share.
The Reaper's blade, though
sharp and swift, to Dragon cannot compare.
The battles rage
through ice and fire, no end this crusade will know.
The Reaper's
blade broken, his cloak now tattered, the Dragon's blood does flow.
Death swears revenge, their souls, he claims, are his and not their
own.
The Dragon sneers with wings spread wide, his flames and anger
grown.
The maelstrom brews and blood boils hot, the Dragon's
eye upon his prey.
"Come hither foul beast, dance in my flames, it's
time for us to play."
"Be cautious my friend, I am no fool,
your anger has made you blind.
She does not care, she never did, her
words were lies unkind."
The Red Dragon now quiet, looks inside,
his course, her love will chart.
Her voice a whisper, "strike true
my love, our hearts will never part".
The words told here, the
Reaper's voice, all meant to cleave the pair.
Deceit, sedition, his
empty threats, to love cannot compare.
"Although you claim,
she loves me not, her voice is steady and low.
The bond we share is
to strong to break", his eyes, a bright blue glow.
Then Charon
speaks, his hood pulls back, a grinning skull revealed.
"No Dragon's
hearts have ever won, nor caused my will to yield."
"This two
you hold, so strong are they, the thoughts and dreams they share.
The
river Styx cannot divide the mating of this pair."
The Otherkin
Lord stands tall and true, his wings catch hold the wind.
"Beware
ye Death, next time we meet, the tale will be your end."
As
he sails aloft, to silent skies, Death then mutters low,
"The pain
of the love that's holding you, is worse than I bestow..."
Is
this a tale of hearts not real, just a dream of love's confusion?
Each
one sees it different, but in the end..
we decide which is right
and which is an illusion...
Author's Note:
This is to date, my favorite piece.. To know more, you will have to ask..Awards
Comments on "The Styx Far Shore"
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On Wednesday, March 28, 2012, The Black Lark
(9) wrote:
I find so many meanings and truths in this extraordinary poem, that I think that the most penetrating purpose of it is the essence of meaning and truth itself. To create something like this is a once in a lifetime achievement and it was far from squandered. Extremely well done, I can only hope to write something like this. I still can't comprehend it... truly astonishing.
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On Thursday, March 29, 2012, redfurrydragon
(50) wrote:
Black Lark, Thank you for your profoundly kind words of praise. This, I have to admit, is likely the best piece I have ever done. I am always trying to improve my writing, but, this piece sometimes gets me blocked as I think, "it'll never be as good as the Styx poem.." My narcissistic vanity thrives on your words and with luck, they will help me in my quest to improve! RFD