Epic Fantasy Poem - The Sun Shone Down
To set the mood...
On this day a maiden awakes
and as each morn, she bakes.
Seven brothers who like to eat,
luckily there’s still some meat.
The oldest, Gregor, will hunt today
in the woods yet more food to slay.
For last weeks boar is almost gone.
More will be needed to feast upon.
Humming as she toils.
Bread rises. Water boils.
Sounds of brother's teases
waft down on warm breezes.
All is right within the land.
The family, a merry band,
greeting the day with glee,
happy, joyous and free.
After eats each departs.
Now, the work day starts.
None bemoans the coming labor
the fruits of which all will savor.
Gregor is off to the big wood
Pytre and Peatro too could,
but they are working in the fields
guarding over the expected yields.
Yanyell, Michiael and Mark are going to market
leaving Alexia the youngest to be the target
of the good priest who is later expected,
thinking all by him should be directed.
The priest makes rounds each day.
Lunch today, this family will pay
for the priest never toils himself
always claiming to be in poor health.
And so, our family is each set to their task
with no idea the good priest is but a mask,
a thin veil of projected faith covering pure sin
harboring unbridled envy, hate, and lust within.
This family he has long watched in vain
wanting to corrupt and cause great pain.
Never a break in the unity to breech,
so his master he finally beseeched.
Sacrifices of blood and bone
laid upon the dark alter stone.
The master must be paid,
if he is going to lend aid.
The priest paid him. He did
just so that he could be rid
of the light that causes him pain,
an envy that he cannot contain.
This day his plans, finally, will come to fruition,
as long as he gets the girl, the Master's condition.
And so, today his smile is almost actually real
adding to the glamour of his priestly appeal.
Up the way and through the gate to the door,
none has any idea at all what he has in store.
One knock, then two, echo through the house.
He composes his face looking meek as a mouse.
As Alexia welcomes him into the humble abode
no one would have guessed as the priest strode
he was bringing a hateful gift.
One that would start the rift
to split a family asunder,
never knowing the blunder
about to be taken by each,
allowing the priest to breech
the familial love shared that holds them as one.
Taking the offered chair he says "Thank you, son."
"Where is your dear sister this fine day?"
"She went to gather eggs and surely will say
upon her return that the birds are in quiet a state.
She always feels bad putting their eggs on plates.
She imagines them to be upset with her taking
what they have diligently labored over laying."
"I see, my dear boy. She really is such a sweet lass."
Thinking to himself, just wait till I get my hands on your ass.
“Before I forget, my son, I brought a gift for the lot of you
but you must swear that everyone gets a piece or two".
Alexi graciously accepted what looked to be so sweet.
"Thank you, Sir. You are very kind to bring a treat.
I give you my vow, on my honor, we all shall partake
this most decadent looking desert that you baked."
Through the afternoon the brother and sister both
exchanged words kindly with what they should loath,
never suspecting that by the end of that very night
the whole family would be in the very worst of fights.
As twilight approached and the family reunited.
About the coming meal they all were excited.
Smiling at each other and recounting the day
all pleasantly exchanged what they had to say
Then came that one second, a pivotal point in time,
the point at which was truly the scene of the crime.
Alexi announced to all, "Look what the priest brought."
Each took a bite. Too late, the evil deed was wrought.
It tasted so very luscious and delicately sweet.
Through everyone's blood it began to creep.
The spell was written in stone.
It went straight to the bone.
Each person began to think in twisted ways,
imagined slights, ways to make them pay.
Each within their own confusion stewed.
Hatred inside their heart began to brew.
Before long they could not hold it in.
That was when the screaming did begin.
Each person ripping the others apart,
covering things back to the very start,
all the way back to when each was but a child.
The slights of childhood were meant to defile.
For you see, the spell only brought it out,
what was long ago hidden, pain and doubt.
The most hurtful things were hastily said.
Yelling and screaming soon to action led.
Just as things were getting really rough,
there was a pounding on the door abrupt.
No one cared, everyone was in a rage.
No one answered, all were engaged.
But the door flew inwards from it's hinge.
In shock it was that dear Karina cringed.
She had taken only the smallest bite.
She was not as enraptured with the fight,
looked to the priest who had just burst in
to calm what she loved, those raging within.
The tiny house so full of peace
had become inhabited by beasts.
People who have lost their way
can be cruel in what they say.
The priest puffed up and stared them down
bellowing words of "Quiet!” began to sound.
"I don't know what’s going on here,
but it is for the young ones I fear.
If you men wish to act like fools
breaking decent behavior rules
that is you choice, though I don’t approve,
but you will not harm the two I remove.
Alexi and Karina come with me straight away.
It is with me that tonight you two will stay.
safe and warm within my righteous home.
I will not think to leave you here alone".
Karina rose without hesitation
Alexi was slower to leave his station.
The priest was firm. He would not leave.
He made them all to truly believe
that he knew best. His was the way,
that he was there to save the day.
And so, the youngest two siblings went.
No one knew their future was now spent.
Till the sun rose high in the sky,
the fighting continued to ring on high.
As the sun's cleansing rays through windows shone,
the curse was lifted and all the crazy hatred was gone.
The men looked around the table, ashamed at each other.
None could stand the look in eyes of his very own brother.
Each remembered the hate in his heart,
Apologizing they all at once did start,
Forgiveness and fellowship was given to all.
Amongst manly hugs Gregor did call,
“Come brothers, to the good Priest's.
We must apologize for behaving as beasts.
Poor Karina and Alexi must be miserable.
Perhaps their stay was less than dismal.
Let us go and bring them now home.
Let us bring them where they belong.
Before dawn, as the Priest walked along
with young whom to a family did belong,
his Master, The Devil. had let himself in.
The Priest's home he was waiting within.
Uttering calming words all the while
the Priest did the two young beguile.
With gentle words sounding sweet
thinking on this night he would eat
of the flesh that had tortured him so.
True goodness within them did flow.
Tonight he would feast upon the innocent,
no longer would his torment be frequent.
During this most unholy hour,
he would offer the girl on a bower.
The boy would be just his, all alone.
He would chew upon his very bones.
When the young ones entered the door,
nothing stirred but they felt it to the core,
the evil that lurked within,
the sadism about to begin.
As one they turned to try to run.
The master shot as if from a gun
to block the only way out.
No escape. Never a doubt.
Through the wee hours until dawn
Satan and the Priest did feast on
that which neither deserved to look upon,
until the young from this earth were gone.
But not before horrors beyond reason did befall
each in front of the other, hearing the screaming calls
for mercy ignored, as the living flesh from each was torn.
Agonies anew time after time after time were freshly born.
With each live bite their innocence and purity flowed like water.
In the end each sibling's heads was severed, placed on the alter,
trophies demonically displayed in the blood soaked room
eyes now fogged over as they stared out into the gloom.
Just as the dawn was about to approach
upon the Priest the master did encroach.
Taking him from behind he broke his neck
cackling, "Really man, what did you expect?
That I owe you some loyalty for this meal?
You should know, bastard, that’s not the deal.
I helped you only to gain the girl.
Now my disgust with you I unfurl.
You don't deserve to be my slave.
In my firey hell daily will I raise
your soul to abase again, anew.
You deserve it. You know you do."
With the final word Satan left in a cloud of ash
as the men were just starting to end the bash.
From the outside no one would ever have known
what inside the village priest's house had gone on.
On the way to retrieve their kin
the brothers had no clue to begin
mourning. They would never again see
the family that was no longer to be.
When arriving at the Priest's door,
they thought to apologize some more.
When entering each slipped on the gore
that now covered the whole and entire floor.
They screamed grievous cries in the face
of what was held within this wretched place.
Seeing the heads of the ones they adored
each, as one, the brothers were totally floored.
Drained of love and light
helpless to aid in the plight
of what had gone on last night
the horror, the pain and fright.
As the lamentations poured out
each cursed at himself aloud.
It had finally came to and to them all
the lesson to have stopped this fall.
The moral of this tragic tale
is one that you should hale.
Grudges held long within
open a doorway for sin.
The spell used to destroy this family
only worked because of their vanity,
each allowing his heart to hold
grudges stupid, petty, and old,
so small as to go unnoticed
but creating a tiny coldness,
a chink in the armor of joy
that undid a girl and a boy.
Be sure to forgive each night.
Be sure your heart is right.
For if you don’t you may loose
much more than you would choose.
.(c) Vix a.k.a Rhonda Enrayne 8-7-10
People sometimes ask me, "What inspired you?"
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