Hercules: The Conquest of the Nemean LionRecreation of the Journeys of Heracles
The Conquest of the Nemean Lion
The chickens squawked noisily as I threw handfuls of grains upon the clamoring, feathery flock. Feeding the chickens was a daily chore of mine, and although it was much preferred to, say, mucking out the pigsty, I still despised it. I was meant for much greater things; although just seventeen years of age, I was stronger than the strongest man, with a brain to match. Yet here I was, doing the work of a lowly farmhand. It was not enough. I was meant to be a warrior.
"Heracles? Are you done yet?" my uncle's voice called earnestly. "Your aunt's made shepherd pie, you don't
HeartlessLove is cruelHeartless2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is ironic
Love is a tool
Love is idiotic
It defies explanation
Twisting, spiraling, leaping
How does it conquer?
How does it rule?
It crushes, it breaks
Yet still is a jewel
If you love something
You should let it go
Yet I just can’t leave
That warm, buttery glow
It strikes without warning
At first is a blessing
Then leaves us broken
Gasping and guessing
The glass is half empty
Even when half full
But I want to smash the glass
With the rage of a bull
No matter if concealed
In dress, cloak, or suit
Love will be always
The heart’s delicious fruit
It ensnares and entangles
These Three WordsShe hears the wordsThese Three Words6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But cannot accept them
That cherubic face
Those pearly eyes
So insecure of the blind truth
Why she can't see it, I wonder
I'm certain everyone else can
The mirror on her wall must lie
Jealous to the point of treachery
For how could it compare?
To that shining face, that flowing hair?
I whisper those three words
So that she may not doubt her senses
I whisper them so that she may know
I whisper them
And the blood thuds in her ears
What did he say?
It must not be true!
Each syllable rolls off my tongue
Sweet and innocent
As the morning dew
On a blade of
The Boy With the GlassesThe boy with the glassesThe Boy With the Glasses8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Puts them on
And sees the world
For what it truly is
And it is all too much
He can't take
Their rules, their ways
He would rather just see the world
Through his own blinded eyes
So he takes the glasses off
Not wanting to see
He takes the glasses off
Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadowsWatcher of the Night7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning
An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition
While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station
Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight
He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally
He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows
The True Death(Inspired by Chapter 54 of The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel; Book 3- The Sorceress)The True Death10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone needs to remember
The person who loved
The person who cared
The person who lived
The person whose sweat
Drop by drop
Shaped his life
His future, his destiny
That future is now a past
His hopes and wishes
But he needs to be remembered
Remembered for his deeds
Remembered for his misfortunes
Remembered for his actions
Remembered for his sins
He laughed, he smiled
He is now ash
He played, he worked
Now he's gone
He was varied
At times blooming and bursting
Sullen and depressed
His spectrum shines on
The True HeroThe true hero is not foundThe True Hero5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the numbers of those slaughtered
The true hero is not he
Who kills senselessly
It matters not whether for life, country, or sanity
With wisdom, brutality, or resignation
No, the true hero is one
Who stands vigil at the forefront
Of his dying, sinking ship
Not fleeing, not running
To the comfort of life
He stands stoically
Now and forevermore
While beasts rise around him
And men fall beneath him
He stands to die
And nothing else
He sacrifices it all
When no one else is willing
Defending them all
By simply standing in place
He knows Death intimately
They are old comrades
Brushing arms occasio
The LieIt hides alone, buried, concealedThe Lie1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mistrust, betrayal, never to be healed
A blemish on the human soul
Colder than ice and blacker than coal
The threads it weaves stay locked in place
Hiding the truth from many a face
And as it continues to defy
The truth is revealed
As is the lie
GoldenCatch you when you fallGolden3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pick you up and stand you tall
Stroke your face down to your chin
Turn that frown into a grin
Wipe away those cruel tears
Fight back against your fears
Hold you to me and claim that right
Turn you away from the dark and into the light
An embrace to sniffle into, a shoulder to cry on
Here's the pair of shoes you never got to try on
Step into them and stay out of the seamy side of life
Away from the trouble, free of the strife
Just turn to me and cry
Turn away from depression and defy
When it all seems too much and you seem too little
When all your dreams become too brittle
I'm here, whether you want me or not
Pain InsideI gazed into the depths of the flickering flames. The embers sparked, throwing blazing motes into the air. The blaze devoured the wood greedily, twisting to reach every part of it. It would not relinquish that death grip, would not be satisfied, until it had completely consumed it.Pain Inside5 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The wood was surprisingly similar to me, I thought. Being slowly eaten away, falling into ash. Crumbling gradually away into nothingness. I shook my head. Getting damned maudlin.
A couple came next to the fireplace, standing next to me. Not too old, in their twenties, I guess. They were holding hands and smiling, having a good time. The guy said something, and th
The New YearAs one shrinks and recedesThe New Year5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The other plants new seeds
Sinks all its tendrils deep
To make one mighty leap
On this great day
One year has turned gray
From this great day
Please, come what may!
One year has passed
But I yearn for more
I wish for knowledge amassed
From the pages of fairy folkore
Like a phoenix being reborn
One turns to ash
But waste no time to mourn
Because time passes in a flash
Why waste life worrying
Sit back and relax
Why waste life hurrying
Pity what Death lacks
The year has gone
The flowers wither
But a new light turns on
In this year, hither
Animorphs/Doctor Who Crossover Chapter 1WARNING!!!!!!!! MASSIVE SPOILERS LIE AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!!Animorphs/Doctor Who Crossover Chapter 14 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I lay there in suspended animation.
I felt myself floating.
The bear was melting. Old grizzly bear, my friend. Good old bear.
I demorphed. The snake was still in my mouth. Motionless.
I was Rachel again, the human Rachel, alive, unhurt. I could have bounded up and gone off to the mall to shop. But I didn't kid myself. I didn't hope.
I spit the snake out.
I was surrounded on all sides. I was only a weak human girl now. The polar bear loomed over me, his strength the equal of my own grizzly, but now I was just me, just Rachel.
Chronos is CruelHe sits patiently, upon gilded throneChronos is Cruel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Defying withering and aging of bone
On surface, all appears calm and steady
Unchanging as stone, forever ready
Appearing as an eccentric sage
Time holds no meaning for the cryptic mage
Beneath, his mind, fractured by time
Is a final haven, his sole lair
He can sleep, he can eat, he can talk, he can blink
But most dangerous of all, he can think
Think, for lack of a better word
His thoughts float free, unhindered but blurred
He gazes ironically
At the shifting world
At what destiny unfurled
His eyes, long gone
Stare at naught but time
He watches churlishly, blasé and
Restless Ghosts and Sleeping LanternsHush my child, don't you fearRestless Ghosts and Sleeping Lanterns7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The monster's arms will comfort, dear
Lie inside the warm embrace
And dry the tears that track your face
Listen closely to the breeze
That whispers words between the trees
In the dark they'll gently comb
And call you swiftly, safely, home
Smile, darling, shut your eyes
And hear the witches' happy cries
Feel the kindness of their light
The fire licks the coming night
When you're shivering to the bone
Remember, sweet, you're not alone
In the cracks that cross the ground
The beast will keep you safe and sound
Shh my love, no need to weep
I'll sing to you until you sleep
Nothing's scary as it seems
Dialogue: Forgive"Hey."Dialogue: Forgive4 months ago in Drama More Like This
"I didn't say anything."
"Good. Keep it that way."
"He's sorry, you know. For what he did."
I stayed silent.
"Can't you at least talk to him?"
I gave out a short, sharp bark of laughter. It came out sounding feral.
"You're lucky I'm talking to you!"
"Me? What did I do?"
"Nothing. That's the point."
"I tried to stop him."
Our eyes met. "Tried isn't good enough," I said shortly.
"Can't you just-"
"Can't I just? Can't I just what? Forgive him? Because I won't. And I never will."
I laughed. "He's not even brave enough to try to talk to me face to face! Instead, he sends you! A diplomat! An envoy!"
No Man Left BehindThe wind pounds sleet into my face, drenching me in freezing water yet again. My gloved hands clutch the rope tightly, the only real thing in the swirling blizzard. At a lower altitude, I'd have climbed with bare hands, but at this height, not wearing gloves meant losing fingers to frostbite. Despite my thick gloves, I can feel the blisters on my hands. My entire body feels numb, the heavy-duty Gore-tex jacket that I wear over two other layers of clothing doing little to prevent the chill from seeping in. I shiver, and suddenly lose my footing, stumbling into the snow.No Man Left Behind6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Careful," my climbing buddy, Mike, says, his voice muffled by his scar
Rains of SorrowThe rain is pouringRains of Sorrow8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pouring down sorrows
Pouring down visions
Of what will happen on the morrow
I know I cannot stop it
But at least I can try
Fling my arms wide open,
And beg mercy from the sky
O my lord Zeus!
Why must you plague me?
I played your games, stepped in your traps
I gambled dice with the tendrils of Destiny
What do I get,
For a half-broken wish?
Sorrow upon sorrow
Despair and anguish
Rain, rain, please go away
If you must, come back another day
Come when I am happy and bright,
Come when I have truly found sight
Go trouble the old man,
Sleeping on his porch
Don't harass me
Holder of Fate's torch
Lest it blo
MementoThe Winter. As if writing a psalmMemento5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She slowly wipes her tears,
Hugs me and keeps my soul calm,
Whilst hours pass like years.
Then she gently puts her hands
Around my neck, and eyes
She closes, while her head bends
Upon my chest. Time flies.
I feel my blood on fire flowing
Madly throughout my body,
As She, with lips violet glowing,
A kiss seeks. My mind is foggy.
Startled, I put my rough hand
Upon the closing kiss
And hastily bring to a quiet end
All efforts of the tender miss.
She opens tearful eyes and strikes
My heart with a sorrowful
Arrow. From her soul I hear cries.
"She looked so colourful..." -
I tell myself.
RainRain trickles down my window paneRain7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crying diamond tears
Walking down the lane
Frozen in time
Like an old photograph
Bright colors, subdued with nostalgia
Kiss the flowers' velvet dresses
A fresh breeze
Swirls around me in a whirlwind of
Hope and love
I inhale the dreams that died
Buried under the hard ground
That the new rain has unearthed
I dance with abandon
Childish laughter bubbles up like a spring
As I vivaciously stomp through a stagnant puddle
Life breathes around me
As I spin and twirl
Smiling as the sun begins to shine on me
Parting through grey clouds
It beams at me with its gorgeous rays
Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrowPlease, don't give up.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrow
I know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrow
Please don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow
Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you go
Just keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s below
And I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiences
So then you can help those who are inexperienced
Please don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existence
You can’t ever give up, push through and have resistance
The worst thing you could do is to l
The Price I PayThe price I payThe Price I Pay7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is not the price that's fair
This shouldn't be
My burden to bear
I've been blessed
With things that I don't want
But I won't rise
To my Creator's taunt
What I've never had
I've sacrificed it all
For this triad
Injustice, Fear, and Solitude
I'm swept up, lost in the multitude
Staggering, uncertain, betrayed and alone
Wasted, sick, rotten to the bone
Maybe it's karma
Maybe it's fate
Whatever it is
It's put me in this state
I stare now
Into Fate's cold eyes
Into pain and suffering
Hearing long-forgotten cries
Searching for the truth hidden inside
For an answer, for verity
An autonomous gu
ClandestineThe shame of a nation,Clandestine6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the wound of decay.
The scars of opression,
the end of this day.
Upcoming ahead me,
tofollow the past.
Of kingdoms arisen,
my one will be last.
And i rise. Clandestine.
With a thorn of opression
a hate and a passion
I know that will never be mine.
All your metal gods.
with your people's hand.
we'll ourselves defend.
And i rise. Clandestine.
With a thorn of opression
a hate and a passion
I know that will never be mine.
Through what you've been living.
Through out all the day.
The night flowing gently.
The cradle. You lay.
What, when your systems fail.
PleaseI eagerlyPlease6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As She Gathers Herself,
Golden, Honey Drip
Down Her Back And I
My Face In Her In An
High and shiver with
Bliss and Drop To My
Blinking Blue Droplets of
She Just Powders Her
And Pushes Me
Hiding WingsThe edge was just a take off pointHiding Wings6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
another starting line
as longs as he's flying
everything is fine
He knows what they all think
that he's shot right over the brink
but they don't see his hiding wings
the beautiful, soft and delicate things
and when they catch the wind
he flies straight on
Black MadonnaYou shall not putBlack Madonna5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A smile on Her face,
Since She has to be serious -
Like a step-mother
Wanting to bring you up properly
Into the averagely affluent adulthood,
Or like a distant mother,
Who wasn't even signing
The lullabies to make you
Fall into Morpheus's calm embrace.
You shall sing to Her
Hymns full of piety,
Since She has to be pleased -
Like a major advisor
Wanting to lead you by hand
To the island of a master's degree,
Or like your elementary school teacher
Demanding everything from everyone:
The burliness from weaker pupils
And the vault over a high-horse from them.
You shall pray to Her
With a plea heared in the e