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Mournful Farewell |
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TEHUTI'S PER ON THE WEB NOTE: I once got the idea to write poem versions of some of my stories. I got through part of all of one poem, based on my short story "Birth Of A God." Hence, this here is from Astarte's point of view as she's forced to abandon baby Upuat in the Egyptian Delta. It's actually acceptable, but I recall that I really stalled out and had no idea how to continue. Writing poems is hard. So I decided to just stick to stories.
Here's what was written of the poem, back around 2001. In my breast my heart is dying As darkness 'cross the land is lying Traditions old have bade me leave As what is loved now makes me grieve I cross the sea in dead of night The moon above to guide my flight The water black lies far below As dark as tears I cannot show Of two I love most in my heart One commands the other depart Son of my blood, by your sire cast aside In dead of night as now we ride To the Black and Red Land 'cross the sea A savage world is calling me Fear of the unknown in my soul But greater still the fear I know To stay in my land, he must die And so to far lands we both fly Gods of the foreigners, make him one Of those to thrive 'neath your sun His mother he must never know I resolve, as the ship begins to slow Down from the sky, to the land green and wild I descend as the new world greets my child I walk in water and part the reeds A safe bed, what my young son needs |