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 want to miss that, now do you?" "Coming," I answered quickly, all thoughts of my rightful place fading away in the hopes of the succulent pie. I hastily herded the birds into the coop, not bothering to lock the door properly: the biggest mistake I could have made.
When I came back, belly full of warm pie, I found the coop devo
HeartlessLove is cruelHeartless2 years 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
Dripping intoxicating juice
And all the while
It tightens the noose
Whispers in your ear
Then swiftly melts away
Comes back a second later
To lead you astray
Locks you up
Then gives you the key
But you refuse to come out
Suffused with your glee
Ah, love is mystical
So what do I know?
But hear this, child
It turns friend into foe
What I want to address
Is behind that sweet
The Boy With the GlassesThe boy with the glassesThe Boy With the Glasses3 years 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
The True Death(Inspired by Chapter 54 of The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel; Book 3- The Sorceress)The True Death3 years 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
Time will not stale
If he is remembered
He is forever lost
In the realm of murky indifference
Just another soul
Of countless billions
They will look past
Blasé and uncaring
What is his life
Compared to the multitude
But without perspective
His life suddenly becomes
A rich tapestry
Woven with a billion billion strands
He shivered in
The True HeroThe true hero is not foundThe True Hero3 years 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 occasionally
Throughout these long years
He knows its touch
Its scratchy whispers
But he is not afraid
He has nothing to lose now
And that gives him strength
Because sometimes it is true
That the best kind of fight
Is a hopeless one
For it is ironic that hope, most viciously
Favors the hopeless.
GoldenCatch you when you fallGolden3 years 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
Never gonna leave you, perish the thought!
I have strength enough for both of us
All I ask for is your trust
Come to me and be beholden
Come to me, I'll make it golden
Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadowsWatcher of the Night3 years 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 of the weak
Stifling their deceit
And plugging up the leaks
He watches and learns
Trying to fit in
But he'll soon realize
It's a battle he can't win
The cycle repeats
However hard he fights
But his fate is sealed
As Watcher of the Night
A Voice to the CosmosI sang the song with youA Voice to the Cosmos1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faces to the sky
Voices spiraling to stars
Our story, lifted off the world
Breathed gently into the heavens
Enchanting those glowing suns
Not a happy tale, nor a sad one
A tapestry of truth
Not of love, not of tears
But one of life
And oh, how they shone!
Drinking in the light
And passing it on
The immortality began here
And will only end far, far away
With the rest of the shining blackness
A channel of golden threads
Pouring into eternal night
One voice grew weak
One voice faltered
Trying to live on
Yet was swept away and claimed
Even though you fell
I kept on singing
The story will not end
The stars will not dim
But now I'll sing twice as loud
Animorphs/Doctor Who Crossover Chapter 1 (DISCONT)WARNING!!!!!!!! MASSIVE SPOILERS LIE AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!!Animorphs/Doctor Who Crossover Chapter 1 (DISCONT)3 years 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.
I could see the viewscreen. I could see my best friend Cassie. Jake. Marco, funny Marco. Ax.
He had morphed. He was his human self once more. He'd done that for me. And because he was crying. I understood. Humans cry, hawks don't.
"I love you," I said to the screen.
And oh, god, how could so much regret and so much sweetness and so much sa
The LieIt hides alone, buried, concealedThe Lie3 years 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
Scarlet DreamsBorn to life and raised to deathScarlet Dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trained and conformed with increasing urgency
Using molds that pushed out more than they let in
And it wasn’t enough, it didn't match up
She was unexpected enough to be normal
She stumbled into her fairytales, bleeding her dreams
Clutching her tumbling tunes of hope
As they ran and slipped between fumbling fingers
Slithering down her legs to coil below
Poised to strike if picked up again
Sobbing wet tears into dry walls
That were then uncaring but would once be kind
They watched silently but never responded
Yet were first in line to hear her last
And taste the blood
And smell the blackness
And bid farewell
The impurity within her had had enough
So it spurted out
To paint the walls
And sketch out her life
In ways that she could never have
And she had been perfect
To the boy who was waiting
With his bouquet of redemption
But the flowers wilted
As he searched for their owner
Because she was brilliant
Just not in the way they wanted
Dialogue: Forgive"Hey."Dialogue: Forgive3 years 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!"
"Sending in the cavalry while he sits and watches from the barracks!" I spat.
"Or maybe, instead of the cavalry, I'm a third party. Trying to end the conflict."
I stared at that face. That mouth, twisting and turning words to suit its needs. Those eyes, falsely trustworthy.
"He said I was worse than a dog. A savage. A wild animal," I stated flatly.
"He didn't mean
DanceWeaving, twisting, bobbing as a seaDance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unhesitating to meet the fiercest gaze
Lifting hands, conjoined for fractional seconds
Breaking and joining, flowing and flying
We are but golden strands of finest silk
Floating in the gentle breeze
Waving goodbye to the iridescent light
From which we came
Each turn a reckless choice
Each revolution a heady decision
Graceful artists, pondering destiny
Light streaming through with every stroke
So you can dance
In this elegant ballroom of brief eternity
Dance before you fade to the dark
Bright as a blazing star
In all its triumphant glory
Because to truly capture that essence of life
You must dance with it
And so we dance
Because we were made to
And we know little else
Animorphs/Doctor Who Crossover Chapter 2 (DISCONT)WARNING!!!!!!!! MASSIVE SPOILERS LIE AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!!Animorphs/Doctor Who Crossover Chapter 2 (DISCONT)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up, and my hand flew to my chest. I lay on my back, clad in my gymnastics leotard. I sucked in deep breaths, gulping the air in greedily.
"Careful. Don't overextend yourself," a voice said from behind me.
I ignored the advice, twisting around to see who it was. But my body failed me, collapsing on itself. I gasped, my face pressed against… metal mesh? What kind of a floor was made of metal mesh?
"I did warn you." And there he was, bending over me, pulling me upright. And all the memories came flooding back. The polar bear. Tobias crying noiselessly. The Ellimist. That blue box. That strange man who called himself the Doctor…
I looked around. It was some kind of room, with a central platform that had a bazillion controls on it. Surrounding it were strange coral-like structures that looked uncannily like coral reefs I had seen on Leera.
"Where-where am I?" I croaked.
Rains of SorrowThe rain is pouringRains of Sorrow3 years 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 blow out,
Lest the flames die,
I can do nothing
But sit down and cry
Cry for the future, cry for the past
But however bad they are, the present is worse
The present's not a gift
The present is a curse
Graveyard of my dreams,
Dreams that never came true
Dreams of me walking
Slowly towards you
But then you pass by,
Without sparing a glance
This is destiny
Not the child of chan
Divine PlummetWhen the sun melts the skyDivine Plummet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And volcanoes freeze and frost
When lightning quenches the waves
And the Earth itself ceases to spin
Then the heavens will fall
Bright and shining and glorious
Descending through the clouds into our hearts
And the angels will sing their last echoes
Whispering their dreams as they spiral
And the trees will sway
As the wind itself bows, prostrate
Dignity swept away in itself
And all the crystal in the world
Will, for an instant, gleam with a thousand suns
As the light rains down from above
And all the peoples will come out of their homes
To look up with blinded eyes
And see gods falling towards them
Their raw fear reflected in the eyes of billions
They will see once, and never again
See truly, with souls of pure ether
Because once you have seen light
How may you stand darkness?
How can you bear oblivion
Having mirrors for eyes?
How is it you can live
Watching empires die?
L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.
It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.
It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.
It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.
It will take your independence.
You will become used to its presence.
You will become addicted to its essence
And include it at the end of your every sentence.
It exists even in the hearts of its haters.
It is a taste even they will savour
And although its duration wavers.
There will never be a feeling that is greater.
Everything I have said and more.
I am merely repeating what you already know.
Chronos is CruelHe sits patiently, upon gilded throneChronos is Cruel3 years 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 wanton
Unable to see miracles sublime
The threads of time curl round his form
An unstoppable, immeasurable, mighty storm
He plays with them, then casts them back
Far from their intended track
Master of Time, Ruler of All
Waiting for eternity in his intangible hall
Chronos is cruel, Chronos is fey
A raving lunatic with feet of clay
Chronos is cruel, Chronos is biase
Flawed ParadigmsDecisions, choices, divergent pathsFlawed Paradigms1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
O Janus, thou art of wicked breed
She screamed, and the paradigm broke
Shattering and rebounding and ricocheting
But she survived through the storm
With her armor of conscience
What is important and what is not
Eyes glinting with primal understanding
She screamed, and the strands
Holding the world together
Snapped one by one
And the spider fell with its prey
Into the mouth of a being larger than he
The hunter became the hunted
And reality devolved to truth
The snake swallowed its tail
And Fate predicted itself collapsing
The Sun took the Earth in its embrace
As the Moon fled in terror
She screamed Truth, and the Universe broke.
The GlassThe glass in front of meThe Glass3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Reflects my true desires
It knows my every truth
It knows that I'm a liar
The glass in front of me
Holds all my secrets
It locks them away
Buries my regrets
The glass in front of me
Will never set me free
It keeps me trapped inside myself
Only to pretend, never to be
The glass in front of me
Knows what it must do
The glass in front of me is a mirror
And on the other side is you
I Met MeToday I met a girl,I Met Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."
Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.
"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.
Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."
Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.
"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."
How in the world?
Who is this little girl?
"But I'm here to say you'll be alright.
Though your friends will leave,
leave you feeling alone and cold,
you'll find a reprieve."
"So just stay strong
because I know you can do it."
How? Who are you?
I wished she would quit.
Suddenly it was silent,
and I turned to see,
but there was no one there at al
ClingingThe countdown's started, and I'm paralyzedClinging3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The timer's ticking, and I'm petrified
Held in Limbo, desensitized
I said I wasn't scared; I lied
The days pass in a blur
My thoughts reduce to a slur
Pushing through that extra mile
Waiting to stand trial
Holding on to this thread
Connecting me to reality
On the edge of insanity
I lie in wait
Hanging on to the edge
Fingers trembling with emotion
Categorizing my destruction
I lie in wait
And here I wait, unchanging as stone
Here I wait, wanting to atone
I'll hold on to this crag till my last breath
Silent in life, silent in death
HonestyThose of you who do notHonesty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wear masks need to be careful.
Some of your tongues become
so infatuated with mirrors
and text messages
and honesty that you let it
you let your lack of modesty
swallow who you are supposed to be
and these little black holes
and white lies are damaging to
a society of false expectations
and made up realities.
Tales of Rubies: PrologueThe bell tinkled gently as the door opened, admitting a tall man in a long black cloak, spattered with dry mud that made it appear almost brown. A hood left his face in shadow. The stranger scuffed his boots on the rough doormat and closed the door, eyes sweeping the store. A musty smell hung in the air, perpetuating every corner, and the windows only let in sunlight enough to dimly illuminate the small space. The wooden shelves were loaded with goods, from ropes to sheepskins and the odd ax or two. There were barrels of rice and rather strongly smelling crates of fruit, spice racks and dried meats, all organized meticulously into sections- not something all shops cared to do. The man took all this in, noting the neatness. But he hadn’t come here for supplies. He walked the length of the store to a small, decrepit looking bookshelf at the end; so shabby you wouldn’t notice it if you weren’t looking for it. He pawed through the collection silently, not noticing tTales of Rubies: Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
FrostHe looked timidly down the street. It was, like the ten previous times he’d checked, empty. Devoid of any and all human life.Frost1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But not empty, no. There were the bodies remaining still. No one had come to clean them up- or more likely, those who came had perished too, contributing generously to the rising pile.
He kept walking, stepping over silent faces, over mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters. Over all the faces of the innocents smited in the greens and yellows of life.
The City had died, that much was visible from a glance. Bodies were strewn over streets, park benches, in libraries and coffee shops, in cars and buses and skyscrapers and apartments. But the decay hadn’t set in yet, oh no. The butchery had ended, but the processing hadn’t yet begun. The ungodly stench was only just starting to leak out into the crisp air.
And the frost was everywhere. The white frost, they had called it. The frost that didn’t melt. Come from the sky to punish you, free