Bullroarer
08-11-04, 05:06 PM
Far on the other side of the Nagan city
Serpentine maiden, a creature of pity
Life of solitude and isolation
With no one to speak with nor consolation
Grieving for what shall never be
Grief without tears at the bottom of the sea
Her pain stems from being the last of her kind
Poor creature with no joy in mind
The sun’s light does not reach darkest deep
Darkness is hers alone to keep
“Stop your brooding and rise once more.”
A mighty voice says with a roar.
“Did you kind die so you could waste away,
Look how far you have come astray.”
“Who are you and why do you judge me?
Show your face and I shall make you scream and flee.”
“You know who I am, but you shall never see my form
You have better chance of seeing light in a storm.
Now leave this place, for there is a lesson for you to learn
Go now and new life you must turn.”
“Coward come and show yourself.”
“The time is not yet to reveal myself.”
“Fine I shall go, but only get away from you
I shall leave without a trace or clue.”
Simia the Nagan leaves her home
Bursting above the water of ocean foam
Green skinned Nagan woman
Tail of a snake, so different from human
No hair adorns her head
Instead marked by a fin brilliant red.
Simia hears nothing as she is ensnared by a net
Dragged from sacred water, cool and wet
Drugged unconscious and put in a cell
Darkness eternal as her eyelids fell
She awakens in chains in the middle of a fort
To find herself as human sport
Drunken scum, which cares nothing for her fears
She is the spectacle of their jeers
From loneliness’s sorrow to captivity’s sorrow
Simia wishes not to see tomorrow
In her darkness a little eye peeps through the cage
A human boy in his early stage
She watches in silence as the boy unlocks the cell
Releasing her from man made hell
She is free and has the strength shark
Speed of the barracuda, a creature of the dark
How easily she could snap the boy’s neck in two
He stands quivering as if his feet are stuck with glue
His act of kindness was goodness indeed
The boy had not acted in hate, selfishness or greed.
“What is your name child?” Simia asks.
“My name is Feligar Trasks.”
“Filigar, please show me to the sea.”
Filigar nods, opens the gate and sets her free.
Simia slithers over the rocks
Unchained and free of locks
Though for some reason she turns around
She travels over the earth without a sound.
She watches Filigar beaten and sent to the road
He has neither shelter nor abode
Through the leaves she sees Filigar sleep on the earth
As if he were nothing, but worm’s birth
He awakens to find himself in a cave
He suddenly feels horror and grave
He worries about where he has gone
“Do not worry child this is your home from now on.”
The serpent woman brings him fish, clams and seaweed bread
For the first time ever he is well fed.
He learns from her and begins to respect the sea
She cares for him for every cut ankle or knee
She takes him to the surface so he can see his old place
So he can speak with those of his own race
One day while Simia is lying in her coral bed
The voice’s sound returns to her head
“Well, have you finally learned?”
“Yes, the sight of your true form I have now earned.”
“Then look in the mirror for I am within you
From your pain it was I that grew.
Before I finally go
There is but one thing you must know.
All boys soon become men
The time has come for Filigar to leave your den.”
Simia feels the greatest pain.
To lose Filigar now would drive her insane
In the end she sees no other way
She takes him to the surface for a final day.
She feels sick upon the grainy sands
Before she leaves, he grasps him with hands
“Please stay Simia, with me
You can live on land, if I could live in sea.”
“Dear child, do you not fear what other humans would say.”
“Let them curse me until I am gray.
Stay with me, you took care of me like no other
No matter what, you are still my mother.”
Simia embraces her son with infinite pride
On land and rock with him she would reside
Filigar is soon finds his own mate
He soon has children, and grandchildren at an incredible rate
Years would go and her son would die
But life goes on and she takes care of great grandchildren without a sigh.
“Great grandmother, was grandfather Filigar a warrior king?”
“No, he was the most gentle thing.
He was more precious to me than the sea
From both cage and pain, your grandfather set me free.”
Serpentine maiden, a creature of pity
Life of solitude and isolation
With no one to speak with nor consolation
Grieving for what shall never be
Grief without tears at the bottom of the sea
Her pain stems from being the last of her kind
Poor creature with no joy in mind
The sun’s light does not reach darkest deep
Darkness is hers alone to keep
“Stop your brooding and rise once more.”
A mighty voice says with a roar.
“Did you kind die so you could waste away,
Look how far you have come astray.”
“Who are you and why do you judge me?
Show your face and I shall make you scream and flee.”
“You know who I am, but you shall never see my form
You have better chance of seeing light in a storm.
Now leave this place, for there is a lesson for you to learn
Go now and new life you must turn.”
“Coward come and show yourself.”
“The time is not yet to reveal myself.”
“Fine I shall go, but only get away from you
I shall leave without a trace or clue.”
Simia the Nagan leaves her home
Bursting above the water of ocean foam
Green skinned Nagan woman
Tail of a snake, so different from human
No hair adorns her head
Instead marked by a fin brilliant red.
Simia hears nothing as she is ensnared by a net
Dragged from sacred water, cool and wet
Drugged unconscious and put in a cell
Darkness eternal as her eyelids fell
She awakens in chains in the middle of a fort
To find herself as human sport
Drunken scum, which cares nothing for her fears
She is the spectacle of their jeers
From loneliness’s sorrow to captivity’s sorrow
Simia wishes not to see tomorrow
In her darkness a little eye peeps through the cage
A human boy in his early stage
She watches in silence as the boy unlocks the cell
Releasing her from man made hell
She is free and has the strength shark
Speed of the barracuda, a creature of the dark
How easily she could snap the boy’s neck in two
He stands quivering as if his feet are stuck with glue
His act of kindness was goodness indeed
The boy had not acted in hate, selfishness or greed.
“What is your name child?” Simia asks.
“My name is Feligar Trasks.”
“Filigar, please show me to the sea.”
Filigar nods, opens the gate and sets her free.
Simia slithers over the rocks
Unchained and free of locks
Though for some reason she turns around
She travels over the earth without a sound.
She watches Filigar beaten and sent to the road
He has neither shelter nor abode
Through the leaves she sees Filigar sleep on the earth
As if he were nothing, but worm’s birth
He awakens to find himself in a cave
He suddenly feels horror and grave
He worries about where he has gone
“Do not worry child this is your home from now on.”
The serpent woman brings him fish, clams and seaweed bread
For the first time ever he is well fed.
He learns from her and begins to respect the sea
She cares for him for every cut ankle or knee
She takes him to the surface so he can see his old place
So he can speak with those of his own race
One day while Simia is lying in her coral bed
The voice’s sound returns to her head
“Well, have you finally learned?”
“Yes, the sight of your true form I have now earned.”
“Then look in the mirror for I am within you
From your pain it was I that grew.
Before I finally go
There is but one thing you must know.
All boys soon become men
The time has come for Filigar to leave your den.”
Simia feels the greatest pain.
To lose Filigar now would drive her insane
In the end she sees no other way
She takes him to the surface for a final day.
She feels sick upon the grainy sands
Before she leaves, he grasps him with hands
“Please stay Simia, with me
You can live on land, if I could live in sea.”
“Dear child, do you not fear what other humans would say.”
“Let them curse me until I am gray.
Stay with me, you took care of me like no other
No matter what, you are still my mother.”
Simia embraces her son with infinite pride
On land and rock with him she would reside
Filigar is soon finds his own mate
He soon has children, and grandchildren at an incredible rate
Years would go and her son would die
But life goes on and she takes care of great grandchildren without a sigh.
“Great grandmother, was grandfather Filigar a warrior king?”
“No, he was the most gentle thing.
He was more precious to me than the sea
From both cage and pain, your grandfather set me free.”