Mournful Farewell

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I once got the idea to write poem versions of some of my stories. *shrug* Dunno, I was stupid. I got through part of all of one poem, based on my short story "Birth Of A God." Hence, this here is from Astarte's point of view as she's forced to abandon baby Upuat in the Egyptian Delta. It's actually rather good, but I recall that I really stalled out and had no idea how to continue. Writing poems is HARD. So I decided to just stick to stories.

Here's what was written of the poem, back around 2001.

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MOURNFUL FAREWELL

In my breast my heart is dying
As darkness 'cross the land is lying
Traditions old have bade me leave
As what is loved now makes me grieve

I cross the sea in dead of night
The moon above to guide my flight
The water black lies far below
As dark as tears I cannot show

Of two I love most in my heart
One commands the other depart
Son of my blood, by your sire cast aside
In dead of night as now we ride

To the Black and Red Land 'cross the sea
A savage world is calling me
Fear of the unknown in my soul
But greater still the fear I know

To stay in my land, he must die
And so to far lands we both fly
Gods of the foreigners, make him one
Of those to thrive 'neath your sun

His mother he must never know
I resolve, as the ship begins to slow
Down from the sky, to the land green and wild
I descend as the new world greets my child

I walk in water and part the reeds
A safe bed, what my young son needs

Poem incomplete