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Ripple of Annihilation
- Ripple of Annihilation -
A Parable of Loneliness and Jealousy
Part I – Inception
On a world now forgotten, I dwelt in androgynous beauty,
A goddess, a god, worshipped and feared by my creations;
Created out of loneliness, the pain of my exile to thus ease.
But in my sorrow, I found no cease, nor cause for elations!
Then came the twelve who reigned on high, distant kindred,
Children of certain of my children, or of my maker mayhap;
I never knew, I never asked, nor a word like that so said…
So lonely was I, and willing to such bright company accept.
We built a city together, with a grand palace at its’ center…
Where immortal love flowered, and a golden age did reign!
But even into that Eden, did a serpent seek to there enter…
The serpent of jealousy, and so thence came, sharper pain.
For why would my maker love them more than I, I asked…
Thus spoke the twelve, that they were held in greater love,
Than I, and my first seven children, those once so tasked…
With creating children of their own, my people thus above.
Part II – Escalation
The eldest of the twelve, esteemed his worth above mine…
And said that no thirteenth lord should so sit at the council.
Olympian arrogance was his, a precedent no longer divine!
But the twelve feared his wrath and did follow his example.
My children did rebel as one against the increasing tyranny,
For we would not be slaves of those younger in their years!
What matters age when we were as immortal as is eternity?
But not one of us on either side could see through the tears.
So began the escalation of a ripple that would end in doom,
And the loss of immortality, when the gods were cast low…
Though we too met that fate: we rebels of the outer gloom!
But of our Eden only rubble was left, a silent wind to blow.
The walls that once were white with marble, pillared arches,
And palaces where gardens bloomed with life, love and light;
They fell to naught, to the sound of Olympian boot marches.
We they called the Titans; we beheld the fall of a dark night.
Part III – Annihilation
The fires of war came to our world, to burn my innocence,
My eyes beholding the carnage and the devastation bitter…
The empress who had birthed me saw and so wept thence.
From afar, she looked on, as the blood of kindred did stir!
The twelve fled the horror their injustices did first unleash…
My children and I, with the first seven to lead them, so fled.
Our hearts burned with ire, as my second exile I did meet!
The five gods of the elements had vanished, feared dead…
Thus began a cycle of revenge and of our final fates therein,
You know the ending to my tale, for we are divine no more.
The tombs of the false twelve lie in places never seen again.
Once I had been a goddess, but all that ended with a war…
How great grows the ripple, and long was my journey after,
Until the doom of Atlantis brought our conflict to its’ end…
Before to human flesh I was cast like an angel from a rafter.
Once I had been a god, but some wounds none can mend!
A Parable of Loneliness and Jealousy
Part I – Inception
On a world now forgotten, I dwelt in androgynous beauty,
A goddess, a god, worshipped and feared by my creations;
Created out of loneliness, the pain of my exile to thus ease.
But in my sorrow, I found no cease, nor cause for elations!
Then came the twelve who reigned on high, distant kindred,
Children of certain of my children, or of my maker mayhap;
I never knew, I never asked, nor a word like that so said…
So lonely was I, and willing to such bright company accept.
We built a city together, with a grand palace at its’ center…
Where immortal love flowered, and a golden age did reign!
But even into that Eden, did a serpent seek to there enter…
The serpent of jealousy, and so thence came, sharper pain.
For why would my maker love them more than I, I asked…
Thus spoke the twelve, that they were held in greater love,
Than I, and my first seven children, those once so tasked…
With creating children of their own, my people thus above.
Part II – Escalation
The eldest of the twelve, esteemed his worth above mine…
And said that no thirteenth lord should so sit at the council.
Olympian arrogance was his, a precedent no longer divine!
But the twelve feared his wrath and did follow his example.
My children did rebel as one against the increasing tyranny,
For we would not be slaves of those younger in their years!
What matters age when we were as immortal as is eternity?
But not one of us on either side could see through the tears.
So began the escalation of a ripple that would end in doom,
And the loss of immortality, when the gods were cast low…
Though we too met that fate: we rebels of the outer gloom!
But of our Eden only rubble was left, a silent wind to blow.
The walls that once were white with marble, pillared arches,
And palaces where gardens bloomed with life, love and light;
They fell to naught, to the sound of Olympian boot marches.
We they called the Titans; we beheld the fall of a dark night.
Part III – Annihilation
The fires of war came to our world, to burn my innocence,
My eyes beholding the carnage and the devastation bitter…
The empress who had birthed me saw and so wept thence.
From afar, she looked on, as the blood of kindred did stir!
The twelve fled the horror their injustices did first unleash…
My children and I, with the first seven to lead them, so fled.
Our hearts burned with ire, as my second exile I did meet!
The five gods of the elements had vanished, feared dead…
Thus began a cycle of revenge and of our final fates therein,
You know the ending to my tale, for we are divine no more.
The tombs of the false twelve lie in places never seen again.
Once I had been a goddess, but all that ended with a war…
How great grows the ripple, and long was my journey after,
Until the doom of Atlantis brought our conflict to its’ end…
Before to human flesh I was cast like an angel from a rafter.
Once I had been a god, but some wounds none can mend!
Published 13th Feb 2012
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13th Feb 2012 9:59am
love your stories. You should really compile them if you haven't already. Brilliant actually.
17th Sep 2012 6:51am
Great to hear from you as always, Grace! Actually, I do keep all of my works on a DVD RW, plus I have backups of all my poetry and short stories on my hard drive as well. So I do actually keep my work in a compiled state.
13th Feb 2012 2:36pm
Very well done - I liked very much ... Have you ever read the Indian Epic The Mahabharata? It has a similar theme. A good translation has been rendered by Krishna Dharma.
17th Sep 2012 6:55am
Actually, I have read both the Mahabharata and the Ramayana. The Hindu gods are a very important part of my beliefs and feature strongly in my short story "Children of the Gods" which leads into the sequels "Memoirs of a Galactic Emperor" Part 1 and Part 2. All of which is based on a great deal of my religious and spiritual beliefs as well as on some my past-life memories. So if you enjoyed this poem, then you might also very much enjoy those as well. Thanks very much for the comment too! I appreciate it highly.
