I just felt like writing...
[A long, long time ago..]
There lived an honorable man, with a humble home by the river's edge. Tall and mighty, he could strike fear into any man's soul simply by looking into their eyes. He was well respected by all, and the townspeople held him highly in their hearts. Though he got along well with everyone, he chose to live on the outskirts of town. It was here he felt most comfortable. He lived mainly off of the land, and took time away from harvest each day to admire the lush landscape. Every spring, the flowers would rise along the riverbank -- small monoliths by which the insects could find their way. This was where the man enjoyed being, with his wife and young son. Life was a respectable one.
One day, however, the sky waged war with the ground.
The man gazed to the horizon, where slowly, blackness enveloped his land.
Rain fell upon the earth with such force, it left craters in its wake.
Winds culled the soil, stopping not for beauty nor beast.
The silent waters rolled over the embankments that were their prison.
As destruction walked among them, the man lost hold of his son's hand. He grabbed wildly, hoping to grasp the child's fading fingertips, but even the length of his mighty arm was not long enough to reach his son...
[The Man Speaks]
A day's light told me of my son's fate
The sun showed the way, grim and severe
Pulled under the raging waters, my child
Sank in the drowning currents, my son
My strength is not enough, my powers failed me
I need the heavens' help, I ask for thunder's force
I plead for you, oh lightning, forge an iron tool
A magic rake for dragging, a river for my son
A rake made of iron from the Gods of Skies
The spirit of bright days sent me the sun
Cold troops of Tuoni can not stand in my way
Untouched I shall walk by the river of the night
God of Fire, bring your light
Forger of Sun, help me now
Guardian of the shore will sleep in your warmth
Lull the folk of cold water
Banish the serpents of the dark
To the river let me go and fetch my son away
There lived an honorable man, with a humble home by the river's edge. Tall and mighty, he could strike fear into any man's soul simply by looking into their eyes. He was well respected by all, and the townspeople held him highly in their hearts. Though he got along well with everyone, he chose to live on the outskirts of town. It was here he felt most comfortable. He lived mainly off of the land, and took time away from harvest each day to admire the lush landscape. Every spring, the flowers would rise along the riverbank -- small monoliths by which the insects could find their way. This was where the man enjoyed being, with his wife and young son. Life was a respectable one.
One day, however, the sky waged war with the ground.
The man gazed to the horizon, where slowly, blackness enveloped his land.
Rain fell upon the earth with such force, it left craters in its wake.
Winds culled the soil, stopping not for beauty nor beast.
The silent waters rolled over the embankments that were their prison.
As destruction walked among them, the man lost hold of his son's hand. He grabbed wildly, hoping to grasp the child's fading fingertips, but even the length of his mighty arm was not long enough to reach his son...
[The Man Speaks]
A day's light told me of my son's fate
The sun showed the way, grim and severe
Pulled under the raging waters, my child
Sank in the drowning currents, my son
My strength is not enough, my powers failed me
I need the heavens' help, I ask for thunder's force
I plead for you, oh lightning, forge an iron tool
A magic rake for dragging, a river for my son
A rake made of iron from the Gods of Skies
The spirit of bright days sent me the sun
Cold troops of Tuoni can not stand in my way
Untouched I shall walk by the river of the night
God of Fire, bring your light
Forger of Sun, help me now
Guardian of the shore will sleep in your warmth
Lull the folk of cold water
Banish the serpents of the dark
To the river let me go and fetch my son away