Genesis 022
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Title~ Aeia's Song
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 022. Actually only 435 words, but I honestly couldn't think of anything more to add to this. To be honest I wasn't expecting it to go over 250, so I'm quite proud of myself, really ^^
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Great Aeia sings a solemn tune,
To river folk unheard.
But close your eyes and listen;
You may just hear her words.
“Be careful as you travel, child,
“Your life is in my hands.
“Now heed my warning closely, child,
“And you may survive these sands.”
That rumble of the base line,
That sound of distant thunder.
But skies above are clearest blue,
Now does that make you wonder?
The rolling of the desert waves,
Of rusty sand turned red.
Upon their crests the goddess sings,
And echoes the cries of the dead.
Across the plains she howls at night,
And whispers through the grass.
But danger lurks when she lies still;
A rainless storm will pass.
The eagle cries a painful note,
A shrill and mournful cry.
She has no one to join her,
Alone up in the sky.
But fear her not as you trek through,
Her unforgiving home.
For where she circles overhead,
Her prey below will roam.
The drumming of an emu’s throat,
Bears warning and a threat.
If you tread near his precious eggs,
Upon you he will set.
The screeching of the pink galahs,
Crescendos in the morn.
They see the sun to sleep at night,
And come again at dawn.
The desert sands all hiss with life,
Some speak the truth, some lie.
From harmless, sleepy shingleback,
To deadly golden thrai.
The serpent’s long and sparkling tail,
Shines golden in the sun,
But should you see one in the grass,
Think nothing else but “Run.”
And should you ever find yourself,
In desperate need of drink,
Heed well the sound as dewdrops fall,
Take one moment to think.
A mirrored puddle in the sand,
A glistening silver sheen,
The drip, drip, drip of unseen drops,
Now what could all this mean?
Beneath the surface, clear and flat,
A danger surely rests.
At this trick, a cunning one,
The dewdrop snake is best.
The tiger of the spinifex,
With coat of rust and gold,
Yowls long into the dark of night,
When desert sands turn cold.
But not all songs of desert dunes,
Are sung by gods of death.
For Lin is present in the land,
She helps you draw your breath.
A whistle and a comfort breeze,
A whisper in your ear.
A touch of static in the air;
The goddess must be near.
The thunder cracks the darkest clouds,
And opens up their seams.
The water flows from up above,
Turning desert plains to streams.
Goddess Lin sings a subtle tune,
To river folk unheard.
But close your eyes and listen;
You may just hear her words.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 022. Actually only 435 words, but I honestly couldn't think of anything more to add to this. To be honest I wasn't expecting it to go over 250, so I'm quite proud of myself, really ^^
Great Aeia sings a solemn tune,
To river folk unheard.
But close your eyes and listen;
You may just hear her words.
“Be careful as you travel, child,
“Your life is in my hands.
“Now heed my warning closely, child,
“And you may survive these sands.”
That rumble of the base line,
That sound of distant thunder.
But skies above are clearest blue,
Now does that make you wonder?
The rolling of the desert waves,
Of rusty sand turned red.
Upon their crests the goddess sings,
And echoes the cries of the dead.
Across the plains she howls at night,
And whispers through the grass.
But danger lurks when she lies still;
A rainless storm will pass.
The eagle cries a painful note,
A shrill and mournful cry.
She has no one to join her,
Alone up in the sky.
But fear her not as you trek through,
Her unforgiving home.
For where she circles overhead,
Her prey below will roam.
The drumming of an emu’s throat,
Bears warning and a threat.
If you tread near his precious eggs,
Upon you he will set.
The screeching of the pink galahs,
Crescendos in the morn.
They see the sun to sleep at night,
And come again at dawn.
The desert sands all hiss with life,
Some speak the truth, some lie.
From harmless, sleepy shingleback,
To deadly golden thrai.
The serpent’s long and sparkling tail,
Shines golden in the sun,
But should you see one in the grass,
Think nothing else but “Run.”
And should you ever find yourself,
In desperate need of drink,
Heed well the sound as dewdrops fall,
Take one moment to think.
A mirrored puddle in the sand,
A glistening silver sheen,
The drip, drip, drip of unseen drops,
Now what could all this mean?
Beneath the surface, clear and flat,
A danger surely rests.
At this trick, a cunning one,
The dewdrop snake is best.
The tiger of the spinifex,
With coat of rust and gold,
Yowls long into the dark of night,
When desert sands turn cold.
But not all songs of desert dunes,
Are sung by gods of death.
For Lin is present in the land,
She helps you draw your breath.
A whistle and a comfort breeze,
A whisper in your ear.
A touch of static in the air;
The goddess must be near.
The thunder cracks the darkest clouds,
And opens up their seams.
The water flows from up above,
Turning desert plains to streams.
Goddess Lin sings a subtle tune,
To river folk unheard.
But close your eyes and listen;
You may just hear her words.
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Date: 2006-01-07 04:33 am (UTC)I'm never doing poetry for a Genesis again. Takes way~ too long XD; Leave it for a 15min fic or something, I'll get two stanzas done X3;