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Ode of the Hero's Goddess

June 5, 2008
By Tho B. Tran SILVER, Seattle, Washington
Tho B. Tran SILVER, Seattle, Washington
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My lady, I cry, is your heart so cold,
To promise me so much, but deliver so little?
Forgive me aptly for being so sudden bold,
’Twas the bird’s prompting with words so brittle.
But goddess, my feet grow weary from this walk,
So far have I come that seasons have lapsed,
Sloshing tides have spun thin and hopes droop.
Your starry eyes ne’er rest on me, so you mock,
My colossal dreams crushed, dashed to pieces, collapsed,
This world is not my cradle, but rather my binding coop.

Oh immortal guardian, you love me not,
What patron bestows curses and not blessings?
Heroic odysseys were what I had sought,
But my ambitions grow dimmer as my courage is lessening.
Monsters charge with lapping flames of fury,
Carnage flows from every ominous cloud,
These barren lands and vast seas I tread.
Darkness twirling, weapons clashing, faces so dreary,
My pain and fear blithely rings out loud,
No sanctuary do I have left, not even in my head.

Oh child of Chaos and Destiny, whose fingers trace my path,
Whose coursing blood wildly quarrels with the sea.
Shield me, oh protector, from Fate’s bitter wrath,
Yet drenching tears still seep and pleasant sleep elude me.
Perhaps treasure and knowledge I will not find,
Though I have measured long miles with desperate steps,
Now I ask for very little but to return to my humble home.
To spirit me back to where I had started, would be so kind,
I do admit, my insight is now layered with worldly depths,
And this advice I give all wanderers: embrace misery if you wish to roam.

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