Mother in the void of creation
first-born of the elemental gods.
One of the ancient Protogenoi,
components of the primeval universe.
Air, Darkness, a birth of light,
alone in her fruitful production
she spawns the dark children
of Fates, Death, Sleep, Pain and Strife.
Nux a primeval Goddess of substance of night.
A knor veil to wash her portrait
in the painting of Athenian scholars.
Pulled forth from the underworld
to ink out the light of Aither.
The Goddess of the dawn Hemera,
Nux opposite to scatter the mist of night.
Winged or clad charioteer
cloaked in darkness crowned with
an aureole of dark mist.
Author notes
dream
Greek Mythology
Nux~Goddess of night and one of the first Born Gods.
Aither~shining upper atmosphere
Hemera~Goddess of Dawn
ENCYCLOPEDIA
NYX (Nux), Nox or Night personified. Homer (Il. xiv. 259, &c.) calls her the subduer of gods and men, and relates that Zeus himself stood in awe of her. In the ancient cosmogonies Night is one of the very first created beings, for she is described as the daughter of Chaos, and the sister of Erebus, by whom she became the mother of Aether and Hemera. (Hes. Theog. 123, &c.) According to the Orphics (Argon. 14) she was the daughter of Eros. She is further said, without any husband, to have given birth to Moros, the Keres, Thanatos, Hypnos, Dreams, Momus, Oizys, the Hesperides, Moerae, Nemesis, and similar beings. (Hes. Theog. 211, &c.; Cic. de Nat. Deor. iii. 17.) In later poets, with whom she is merely the personification of the darkness of night, she is sometimes described as a winged goddess (Eurip. Orest. 176), and sometimes as riding in a chariot, covered with a dark garment and accompanied by the stars in her course. (Eurip. Ion, 1150; Theocrit. ii. in fin.; Orph. Hymn. 2. 7; Virg. Aen. v. 721; Tibull. ii. 1. 87; Val. Flacc. iii. 211.) Her residence was in the darkness of Hades. (Hes. Theog. 748; Eurip. Orest. 175; Virg. Aen. vi. 390.) A statue of Night, the work of Rhoecus, existed at Ephesus (Paus. x. 38. § 3). On the chest of Cypselus she was represented carrying in her arms the gods of Sleep and Death, as two boys (v. 18. § 1).
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A contest entry
- Greek Mythology Contest Series-S2 by Carpe Noctem.
600 points, ended March 12, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Stories of Ancient Greece by Sounds-Like-This.
700 points, ended October 16, 22 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Very interesting story -- I only remember hearing bits of this. Nicely presented, and I appreciated the AN at the end. Well-done!
Lita
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This is really good, and from a source i was hoping someone would pull from. This is definately full of emotion and imagery. Amazing job!
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Thank you so much. There is not to much to fine on her.....just little here and there. That was the biggest peice i found without looking to higher levels of sources. Glad it pleased you.
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A magnificent piece.
I am immediately struck by the careful restraint put into this short poetic tale. You could have carried it on and on and on, yet you managed to get your message across in only 18 lines. Mysticism permeates the air and the feel surrounding this poem. A very well-written poetic work, and the best of luck in your contests.
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Thank you, a lot of time and thought when into this peice.
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excellent entry, thank you for taking the time.
love,
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Thank you for reading the rules! I love this poem, definitely different and beautiful in it's own way. Good luck.
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Ha! Ha! You ARE really into mythology... This is an amazing piece! I almost have to agree with lilAj on this one... You are by far more knowledgable than I! But I'm working on it
Congrats. on the HM! The top three must be out of this world?
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Thank you, to tell you the truth I had no idea who this Goddess was until the contest made me look her up. Thanks again for the wonderful comment.
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Very good
Very imaginative, powerful and full of emotion. Beautiful words expressed with the heart of a poet. The surface of reality is scratched and out of your darker side emerges a wild and erotic nature now set free to roam the territories of your imagination and cause havoc and mayhem with a stroke of your magic pen..
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I tried to ring you to wish you a happy birthday, I hate to see you blue.
But happy birthday Atrina.
All of my heart.
Keith.
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this is good gal, so true to the myth....goood job....and good luck in the contest
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waaaay outta my league! lol
you sure know your mythology
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It's not about what you know but where to find it silly. lol Thank you for the comment.
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Learn something new everyday. Good job
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What next, first Vikings, now Goddess, tomorrow who knows lol. Thanks you. You know how I love to share.
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female, you sure did your research well. This is a superior piece of enlightment and learning to be remebered
Joe
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