Epic Poem (call for a collective project)

In the castle of the Wolf, the Prince Archibald was playing with a golden ring. His right hand was a bit bloody.

The Princess Adenah had caught her Archibald flirting with the scullery maid and felt the angry fire within. She flew over to him in a rage, appeared to lovingly take his hand, but bit down so hard she broke skin and left his hand a bloody mess. Alas, his own anger took control of his animal nature and he slowly began to morph into the large wild black wolf that he tried to hold at bay. His howl could be heard echoing through the chambers of the castle.

Slowly, he returned to his human nature, picked up the bloody ring, put it on his finger and walked to the bedchamber of his great love. "Aye, I shall slowly appease the fire within her belly.

In the yearly years, there was nothing to drink either, so all life died.

Fire! Fire makes the vines bleed.

But ice cracks rocks and makes caves where fire can dwell.

“That’s what we called the pods over the genetic combinations of horse and elephant that we had created. Sarcophagi… the chariots pulled by steeds of Hell.”

One of the sarcophagi exploded in the night and caused many deaths among our slaves and animals and some of the sons were wounded and blood penetrated into the crevices of the lifeless tomb which we traversed and which once was called Earth and now Cloud Alpha Zero after the neural net that had caused all this assimilation and the resulting erosion of life; a medal on the chest of the great King who as we speak travels by only lightcenturies off, nearly colliding with out plans, and thereby ruining his own future sons chance to figure in a heroic tale worth the salt on our backs… so it came that we had to stall our efforts to disclose the bridge across yet another hellish crevice of warped fates and sit at the edge for a while, contemplating our luck and smoking cigars as we called the dried leaves in which we wrapped the herbs we had brought from the Vaults in orbit Q.

The light disappeared from the roads.
In the early years, there was nothing to drink either, so all life died.
Fire! Fire makes the vines bleed.
But ice cracks rocks and makes caves where fire can dwell.
O Hera! Woe to those who cast steel onto water

The light disappeared from the roads.
In the early years, there was nothing to drink either, so all life died.
Fire! Fire makes the vines bleed.
But ice cracks rocks and makes caves where fire can dwell.
O Hera! Woe to those who cast steel onto water
For steel must be cast unto steel, by Ares

The light disappeared from the roads.
In the early years, there was nothing to drink either, so all life died.
Fire! Fire makes the vines bleed.
But ice cracks rocks and makes caves where fire can dwell.
O Hera! Woe to those who cast steel onto water
For steel must be cast unto steel, by Ares
Or by Hefaestion set to rock

Where old Kronos holds it fast, before the day breaks in a new king.

The count of the army was twentyscore and threescore long ships

The oars ploughed the darkening sea and sped the black ships onward like Apollos plague-bringing arrows.

And the maids bid them goodbye with a silent shaking of their scarfs

And we were both sad and glad, and as the beacons were lit to the North and the East the sacrificial priest was offered to the sea monsters.

The light disappeared from the roads.
In the early years, there was nothing to drink either, so all life died.
Fire! Fire makes the vines bleed.
But ice cracks rocks and makes caves where fire can dwell.
O Hera! Woe to those who cast steel onto water
For steel must be cast unto steel, by Ares
Or by Hefaestion set to rock
Where old Kronos holds it fast, before the day breaks in a new king
The count of the army was twentyscore and threescore long ships
The oars ploughed the darkening sea and sped the black ships onward like Apollos plague-bringing arrows.
And the maids bid them goodbye with a silent shaking of their scarfs

It was a starless night and before long it was pitch black around us.

And the sea monsters were angered that their meal had been scrapped.

and from the silver band of the ocean floor deftly weaving through navy blue surfacing in aqua the sirens of the sea called to me

We threw the priests over to them, so that they may learn a thing or two, and laughed merrily

One of the priests came up with a strange looking fishes head between his teeth and made a funny frolicking before us after which he let himself sink back to do the rest of his job.