poseidon, in his naive rapture, sank below the deep
as the angel took evanesce, away and homeward bound.
thus a mighty god of blue green ocean was sentenced to
inconcievable odds, unbeknownst to his fleeting heart
for the vows of his crusade were devoid and hollow
borne from a soul incapable of love, promises destitue.
but this he did not know, rather, refused to comprehend
infernal suffering awaited another; his wrath unleashed
for deciet wore deep into the dusk being, and her black wings
would leave him lost to her, hellion fire ensnared once again.
for every love before met similar fate, as he became unsatisfied
but his blind sight was unforgiving to such an imperious beauty.
and so as her punished mask sat regally before a restless youth
consumed by desire and compassion out of an anguished reach,
though she longed to bring him news worthy, there was only crimson.
the fire maiden knew of the child’s terrible, binding end, and
as little as she mothered true sympathy, she cried for true love
for the fate of oriphiel was decided on her wellspring.
the infant was borne of an evil moon, omission of villain kronos
in exchange for the lives of her forerunners, doomed to servitude.
the birth of the lamb became slaughter for sinful hearts
of supposed offense; crimes they could not concede. and for that
the two-horned god, capture of tortured souls, chastened them
with a curse nil could undo; he vowed for the claret of the child.
black smoke rose from his horrible, heinous figure, its dark declaring,
“in sixteen years’ time, the child borne from your womb-“
he gestured to the mother, a woman striken with fear, “shall be mine.”
and father brave drew a sword glinted with heroism
but t’was sworn down by the might of hell. the god vociferated,
“do not fight. you are doomed to me. your legacy is destroyed.”
mother, father both, actualizing an acursed reality
drew back, holding onto shreds of hope nonexistant.
“please,” lady pleaded, “free the child from your chains of torment.”
kronos, however stripped of love from his posioned heart, spoke evil.
“insolent mortals, traveling realms to cleanse thy souls
hoping to unleash bairn from the hinderance of your sins.
the both of you bring nothing but intrusive lies of service,
and for that the child will suffer as intended.”
desirous fountainhead, parents defeated in their plight
so, the unborne infant would be doomed to her fate.
t’was oriphiel, cursed to a jeopardous odyssey
that insisted torment on her journey to circumstance
convicted to leave her beloved and kingdom behind
succor; for the lord imprisioned within an underworld.
prepared for pure ruin, child borne at last
within hellion flame, from her mother crest with tears.
sent above darkness into the woods of Ephesus, where the lamb lay.
a band of kings wandered far into lush thicket, stumbling
upon the infant, cold and pale. but blessed with eyes of the moon
destined kin of the throne. great men of Rome struck with grasp
fell to red killing over this gift from hell, unbeknownst, but
victorious king Guischard won infant pure, good in his heart.
new father of kin starborne brought rejoice to his wife
a woman torn from ever bearing a child. she, queen Astrida
gave upon this infant the name Oriphiel; for the lamb was indeed divine.
raised not beyond the bosom of Ephesus, encased within
the iron grip of mother tortured by thought of her lost
and father, however noble, insistent on love behind walls.
but child young became restless, only fourteen years of age
desperate for distraction of her reign, approaching fast.
day after day came suitor entranced by her beauty, but
oriphiel refused all her hand, for them she did not love.
as Dawn left and sun passed, her true moon rising high
the princess was lost to such refuge, leaving her world behind.