‘Twas brilliant, how those icy coves
Did shine and shimmer ’neath the waves
All monuments to dying droves
Enchanting, lustrous caves
“But beware the Hydra, precious son!
Dread jaws will bite, cached claws will catch!
Beware, He drubs sub-world; and shun
Seared fury His, as wouldst dispatch!”
He traveled through vast vortex land
Long time that monstrous foe, He sought
Then rested he, in that serpentine sea,
Bewildered and distraught
As in despondent thought he stood,
The Hydra then, eyes all aflame
Came rav’nous towards him, seeking blood
And butchered hope and light there as he came
His will eschewed, white-hot virtue, his hands roughhewed, (in blood imbued)
And severed haughty Hydra’s noxious neck
He left Him dead, devoid of head
And ventured, sickly shaking, on his tremulous trek
“And hast thou slain the Hydra, son?
My chest bursts from swelling joy!
Thus dawns new day, darkness allayed,
My rare and radiant, wondrous boy!”
Was broken; and those icy coves
Now expired, their glimmer could not save
The dying, dead, and dreadful droves
That strive forever ‘neath the waves
Did shine and shimmer ’neath the waves
All monuments to dying droves
Enchanting, lustrous caves
“But beware the Hydra, precious son!
Dread jaws will bite, cached claws will catch!
Beware, He drubs sub-world; and shun
Seared fury His, as wouldst dispatch!”
He traveled through vast vortex land
Long time that monstrous foe, He sought
Then rested he, in that serpentine sea,
Bewildered and distraught
As in despondent thought he stood,
The Hydra then, eyes all aflame
Came rav’nous towards him, seeking blood
And butchered hope and light there as he came
His will eschewed, white-hot virtue, his hands roughhewed, (in blood imbued)
And severed haughty Hydra’s noxious neck
He left Him dead, devoid of head
And ventured, sickly shaking, on his tremulous trek
“And hast thou slain the Hydra, son?
My chest bursts from swelling joy!
Thus dawns new day, darkness allayed,
My rare and radiant, wondrous boy!”
Was broken; and those icy coves
Now expired, their glimmer could not save
The dying, dead, and dreadful droves
That strive forever ‘neath the waves
Author notes
Obviously, this was modeled after Lewis Carroll's famous "Jabberwocky" which appeared in the heralded "Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There".
This was written for a song to appear on an upcoming album by Iceisle, a concept album in which a traveler undertakes an epic, ethereal journey through the sea.
What did you think
Comments
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Oh, and sorry if you are disappointed by the brevity of my comments, but my attention span is starting to get really short now. That's probably why it's been so long since I have posted any of my own poems. >.<
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An excellent poem, as always. I agree with the comment that you made to me about the stretching of the line "His will eschewed, white-hot virtue, his hands roughhewed, (in blood imbued)" seeming awkward. I probably would have combined the pieces, squished them together, but then, as you said to me, that would damage the meaning that you are trying to retain.
Otherwise, yes, a piece worthy of great praise.
I hope to hear it when the album comes out.


