My singing sisters,
let my Hands
bloody,
That I
might
tell off the pain
that defended
the
god of war.
Off the love
that stole
golden Aphrodite's
beloved laughter.
Off my dear daughter
Harmonia
and off
Cadmus, child
that won so much of my love,
I wanna tell.
When my father stole the Phoenician princess,
Europa away from all she had called home,
in beastliy form.
Giving the blame
to my most ruthless son.
Europass cruel father,
in kindniss to her
stole away Cadmus
from the word he loved
to write in Phoenician form.
In blame he send
his son away
allowed only
to return
with what the father
had lost forever.
First
Cadmus looked at the place
him and his father
wished he has been,
the day his sister was lost.
When Europa's brother
found nothing at the sandy beach
where last the Princess had been seen,
he spent all his wealth to search the seas.
But without success one the wine dark seas,
him and his hand full of man
begann to around
the stones off the hellas.
Until
scared away from his home,
to find his own,
he found
the Oracle of delphi.
The Phoenician Prince
gave to my bright brothers Tempel
all the jewels
and gold
and fine food
and good clothes
and dangerous weapon
that were still in his possession.
Then his knees hit the sand
before the priestess,
he begged, in this forange tongue,
to know,
were to find his dear sister.
The boy drowned in tears
at the Pythia answer, that the god
that gathers clouds
had taken her, and never would give
his dear sister
back.
That it was the god's will
that he would follow a cow
with a half moon on her flank,
wondering though the hellas,
like a homeless man dose.
When the cow would find a place,
to lie down.
That would be his new Home.
There he should build a city.
That one day, there be a city,
called Thebes, in greece.
So Europa's brother,
who would ever find his sister
found the cow
with half moon on her flank.
The Phoenicia Prince
and his man,
who would never return home,
followed the cow
with half moon on her flank.
The enjoyer of languages,
that would never again
hear his mother tongue
from his mother
let his home be found by a cow
with half moon on her flank.
And so the boy
with nothing laved,
but the will of the Gods,
began to build a city
were it was shown by
the cow
with half moon on her flank.
Hungry,
he began preparing
for the sacrifice
off the cow,
to my most beloved sister.
He sent out the few man,
that had followed him
over ocean
and land
until there,
for water.
He waited
as the sacrifice cooked,
and waited
when the meat was cooked
and waited,
still they didn't come.
The phoenician man would never come
to eat with him,
for there has been devoured by my holy serpent,
as there invaded my holy forst.
When Cadmus
who had lost his sister
figured out that
he began to follow
his lost man's footsteps.
He, who has gained the knowledge
that he lost his home,
was with out wanneds,
the orcal had taken them all away.
Still he went course
he lost too,
fear for his live.
What was it to die
now anyway,
for he had lost the rights
to be buried by failure hands
long ago,
he thought.
He graped only a stone.
Cadmus trow it at my serpent,
with out cear if he hit.
But he did,
right in its head.
So the protector of my forest,
died.
As she sprang out of our fathers head,
this way
my sister sprang
in the form off an owl,
and spoke to cadmus then.
With all her wisdom
she ordered the slayer of
the protector of her brothers holy forest,
to rip out my holy spears teeth.
To saw my holy animals teeth
in to my holy ground,
that soldiers for his city
might grow out of it.
But as the spartoi were ready for harvesting,
I full of bloodlust arrived
and staired with anger at
the boy,
stained with my serpens blood.
Europa's brother, did not
beg me for his live.
The homeless boy. did not
fear for it anymore.
The most cunning daughter of the king of the the Gods, instead
cold down my anger.
Convincing her brother, instead
to take him to my house one high Olympus, that he serve me for 7 years.
Fearless
Cadmus lifted his
much traveled ,young feet
one my chariot,
that brings Fear and Terror in to battle.
So the Olympian son of Zeus and Hera
and the homeless prince
drove the my House,
one high Olympus.
And out of the House of war
stepped, with the joy
of a soldier warking back from battle
to his camp
were a confurting bed awaited,
my dear dauther,
goddess of hermione,
to greet the father.
Hermonia
all in gold like her mother,
wrapped her white arms around me,
delighted in the coming of her dear father
and cadmus, all dirty and
new.
My child in flourishing youth,
smiled at at the mortal boy
with the warm beauty of a small fire in a starless night,
and asked for his story.
Cadmus slayer of my monsters serpent,
smiled back,
like a soldier smiles
at a new comread
when there go into battle,
unsure if there will survive.
So me and mine,
listened to the young phoenician prince
tell us of his suffering
as we ate the nectar and Ambrosia off us gods.
Until
understanding came over me, and
I said to my children
to make him a comfortable room
in this House of zeus oldest son.
The daughter of my
golden darling,
who outmatches fire,
did this with delight.
Leading the homeless mortal to his room
with sweet words,
in the hopes of taking
some of the pain from
Cadmus young heart.
Next morning,
when dawn danced with her rosy fingers through the sky,
Cadmus awoke
in a house a dear friend
called home.
But phobos and Deimos
my darling sons
need more time
not to stay away from
Europa's brother.
That day
Fear and
Terror
and a mortal
weren't with me to a battlefield.
It doesn't matter which.
Who won,
I do not cear,
to remember.
I only remember, always,
allowing Cadmus to take home one possion
of the fallen, as he had done got work.
There was a silver studded sword,
finley made for a nobel.
There was good bronze armor,
with a bull on the breastplate.
There was a sterdiy shild,
ornamented with medusa image.
But for himself he chose,
Nothing.
The boy
choose an Armband
with great care, carved
from phoenician gold,
was the image of a serpent
with eyes of Lapis Lazuli.
He took it from Batam,
who had spend most of his life as a Shepherd
letting his sheep eat
near where once Cadmus had delighted in Words.
It had been given to him
not long ago
by Abinadab, above Batam in station
but his equally in love.
The nowdead shepherd
had worn it as a reminder of Abinadab affliction,
that Batam would never agine return.
Cadmus gifted it to Hermonia,
when my battle cheried was driven home,
to my house one high Olympus,
were she stayed
not to offend the maker of her mothers houses.
My dear daughter,
never
from that day one
took of the mortals gift
of gratefulness.
Everyday the golden snake wrapped around
her lovely white armes, like a lover
warmed by the first flames off love
reapes her armes around the other.
And endless
long thought about
gifts
from the boy to the goddess
folwed.
Worst it became
wenn the cruelest of Hermonias brothers
my darling Aphrodite's favourite son,
stopped his wings,
between which is his quiver
filled with arrows
that the young can't wait to be wounded by, rest,
from flapping and visited us for once.
My father's slaver,
whom I call son, came
and shot
with no care for for consepens
as is dear Eros nature.
After my most ruthless son
had visited the house of his father, were
his sister had served him fine ambroja
and cadmus had served him good nectar
and I had induced dear my son,
the gifts
once in number like
the stones in a river,
became now the river it self.
Both gave the other
Jewelry
from Hephaestus crafty hands or from the battlefield
take hold of
and perfumes in intoxicating scents
and flowers off all colors
and there thoughts, in day and night
and parts of there souls in Words of lovely song,
and all treasure that there would find in the world
and themselves.
My dear child
spend with the boy
whom served Ares all hours
I sheard, the bed of my most beloved
golden Aphrodite.
Were there in ceriched youth
sheard words
and smiled at echother,
like the bravest soldiers do
when there go into battle,
sure there will win honor for there homes.
The goddess stomped in to Cadmus armes,
like fearless soldiers stormed there own city
to conquer it back after invasion,
whenever there had been a time of separation between them.
I let myself be filed by joy
that the dear daughter of Aphrodite
found such pleasure
with the boy
that served me so well,
for what father would disapprove
of such a happy daughter ?
Only seven years did
the mortal founder of thebes
laboured under
the god of war.
Only in the 3
did Europa's brother
learn
to fear
for his live
agine.
Only in the 5 kissed
Cadmus
with the gentleness
off death
that comes to a good man
in old age, who lived a long live
with a wife whom he loved
Hermonia.
Only in the 7 year
both realize the terror
that soon
the end of his serves would bring to their hearts.
That day off seven year,
when freedom was near,
phobos and deimos brought
the giver of Hermonias
most worn
juwels and smiles,
before me.
My sons,
who now know Cadmus in friendship
stood by his sides
as Hermionas father, know for his cruel nature,
asked what he deserved
for his long services.
The brother who failed
to save his sister
from my cruel father answered:
"nothing".
Cadmus, my
brave soldier,
thought seven years
of being filled with deathless love
all he deserved.
So that father
of unhappy hermonia
dreading the pain off missing him,
asked Cadmus
what he wanned.
The Boy
who had killed
the bloodthirsty Gods holy serpent,
looked at me.
Feat for his live
in battle
with the terror of never seeing
the child off laughter loving Aphrodite
again.
The boy
that Athena had once saved,
stayed silent.
So the god of war
asked cadmus
if wanned the Hand off Hermiona
his serves
changing
from punishment to the bride gifts.
Terror,
won the battle in
the slayer of the ares serpent,
and he accepted.I made myself ready for the pain of giving away my my dear daughter, with the knowledge it would be her peace.
Wile
Cadmus and Harmonia
smiled at eachother
like shildbearing soldiers
coming home
the there city
that there saved.
Aphrodite,
my golden darling,
delighted
in their smiles
like only she could.
She laid all the parts off her that couldn't
aside to ask,
my mother,
the gloryess
cow eyed
goddess, for help.
So the fair Goddesses
plan a wedding
worthy
of the grandchild
of the queen of the gods.
In Thebes
that the Spartoy, sprang
from my holy serpents teeth only 7 years ago,
had made now
worthy of a queen.
All the gods came to this,
most happy of occasions,
me with flowers in my hair
and
feet ready to delight in dancing.
All arrived with joy in there hearts
and gifts in their Hands
for couldn't relish in the Happiness
of this child of Aphrodite ?
Even the husband brought a great gift,
a snake necklace,
in beauty unmatched,
made by the master craftsman
Hepestos
as a nice favor.
And her mother,
great goddess of love,
gave her gift of mortality,
that she might never waste away
in the grief
of missing her dear husband.
Like a snake sheds the skin
that is no longer off use to her,
this way
hermonia shed her Immortality
and all its responsibilities.
Then the daughter of love
danced with her dear husband,
there heart overflowing with such joy,
I could have drowned it
even with the knowledge
I would suffer the grief
of her death, forever.
But my dear child
was as happy
as springs first sunshine is,
so my pain
to come
was a worthy price to pay.
So the God of war
with flower crowned head
joined in delight,
the dance
of gods and mortals
at the wedding of
Cadmus and Harmonia.
The new king and Queen
settled in thebes
and the phoenician alphabet
and Tragdie
with them.
Semele
harmonia's daughter,
with the beauty of her grandmother cursed,
got burned away by Zeus love.
Ino
Cadmus daughter.
That attracted Hera`s hatred,
frung herself in the sea.
The tragedy of their house
didn't even seem to end
once there became snakes.
Blaming that wrath filled god of war,
Cadmus,
in grive
ignort hermonias pleas
and exclimed that
he wished to be a snake too if it was that important,
to the heavens.
Though enough tears
to drown the flowers benefit her feet,
my dear daughter,
that was so unlike the hated god of of war,
watched her dear husband,
become unlike her.
Her greatest joy
now taken away,
in a way
that even death would not give it back,
to my child
that so long ago had set young and happy one
my knees,
she fell to hers.
In my Temple,
hermonia, my own dear child
begged me to chance her too,
so I removed her.
In to my house
one high Olympus, I brought my dear daughter
as she drowned in tears.
Brought all her brothers before her,
even her golden mother,
but not one could stop her
from drowning in her grief.
We are a family of wound givers
after all.
I said that I would transform her,
that she be her husbands ephel agine, a
nd that I bring 2 snakes
to Elysium.
We danced
a last dance of mortals,
like when she had been wed,
a family off painbringers
with tears in their Eyes.
With every step
Hermonia lost some more
off the form
for her now
unfit.
Wenn the dance was done
I begged hades, whom I give so many souls,
to let these snakes, who are dearer to me
than any other snakes,
in to Elysium.
Now time has taken
the hals there used to be happy in,
their City ruins, my sleep hunted
by tears I don`t know who to blame one,
for who could ever hurt the kindest of my children,
whom now spends forever in Elysium,
2 snakes coiled tightly around each other.
