“ Kin of mud, fire, and blood
To look forward and listen
The blood of mortals are ungiven
And to the sounds of sweet musick
Do I ever wonder? Oh, me in these vast seas.
Saturn has turned his blind gaze
For his vomit is disgrace
I see that there is no Atreus and Thyestes
His greed is bright and tethered
As one holds a babe to their breast,
I see a new country of mine. “
Excerpt “Moon Rising” Translated from The Malia, 1100 BCE
“ I gaze upon this emptiness and i wonder the meaning,
I look down to see star dust upon these hands
She, thy woman of the night, walks the blanket over the world every dusk,
And, her, thy woman of the stars, shines a light over the world every dawn
I am unmoving in my ways, I pull these tides, and watch
Dogs of dogs appear every so, and a babe’s cry echos every now
He who moves me does not exist
As all of us are coated in womanly bliss,
Not to say any is superior or inferior,
As we are all the same when it comes to blood,
Whether it’s gray or red,
You are shaped in my gaze,
But there’s is no defined mold,
My desire is a world of good, but I know what drives the mortal mind,
For it is shaped after my own,
Shoot down a mountain if become a tyrant,
Do not expect a heavenly abode, for we return to the soil,
I do not seek gifts, nor do i seek companionship from my creation,
Jupiter disappoints me, silly
But for you to hold thy hand and guide the
Excerpt “Quisusaih’s Lament” from the Malia, 1100 BCE
“ Born of mud, shaped by our hands,
I see him in my betrotheds’ image, to have her beauty, strength, and passion
Yet their delighted idea is one i admire,
Lovely skin, blood that runs red blue, eyes of earth, and grit of stars,
“Ethual, no, Telyusysis, no, Wroaminala.”
Yet none fit, and asked his name, he kept it simple,
For the mortal’s tongue, I knew thy would not treat him well,
I asked him if he was sure,
Our beautiful boy, to hold the earth as his own,
He will have man’s image painted,
Strong jaws, softness, beauty, passion,
To have been built from mud,
He is the brink of art, for he shares that title with our daughter. “
Excerpt “Raspary” from The Malia, 1100 BCE
While I can offer no punishment,
Or well, perhaps I can offer some
For a child is a gift to be treated well, for they are the future that I wish to shape
Yet one should not be taken lightly, it is better to be merciful than bound them to time
Flesh to be burned and scorched by mortal hands
Dear child, I paint your face in my blood,
For animal blood is to eat ,
I want you to live, and dance your feet upon the dirt of the earth
But at last your toes cannot sink into the dirt,
So you must touch the stars with the pads of feet
Do you cry? Do you dance?
Do you shower your mother’s light to the earth?
I wish you peace, I would return you to the mud,
But at last I see something too bright to put out.”
Excerpt “Utra” from The Malia, 1100 BCE
“ I feel love is to have a form,
Something that doesn’t fade, but grows better with age
My blood, thy lungs, thy skin
I see your eyes and resemble the stars
Lips that speak the same matter
Excerpt “Oteriphanne” from The Malia, 1100 BCE
Why do you shiver from this gift?
With the ick of a beast and the power of a monster
You had no power, just safety
Yet you pray for normalcy
Thy child, why do you hate her values?
There is no hate in your bones,
Though, you are no messiah
I know thy can be twisted by greed,
But you seem invulnerable to it
You bear an eye upon your chest
Why do you shine your eyes away?
Why do you scorn my gaze? “
Excerpt “Thy Child” from The Malia, 1100 BCE