The Hyperborean MythosPassing of the King Snake
(An Irish Tale)
Beyond old Dublin, there resides a passageway, where in fact the snakes cross,
Because they make their way to Dublin-!
May die on the true way of exhaustion.
The King Snake, waits for the impending fog to rise-otherwise known as bog, to sweep total...
Awaits for this to shift, in the mornings usually, but he never leaves!
This day, the bog badly was so, should any try to straight walk it, it might be to his death!
But this full day, he decides to trek to Dublin yet...
Strategically he has moved stones to use as markers to make his way, days before, to where the edge was felt by him of the bog would lift.
To his dismay, on his way the bog is found by him rising faster and faster, the sky strikes light, using its lightening!...
He sees his fellow snakes struggling, death has them in its clutches-
The bog swoops all the sakes into the near by sea then, except the King Snake who follows a vintage maid, with a red petticoat, lantern at hand.
The bog is believe it or not carpeted with death, it has swallowed up practically every living thing in its path; it crosses the King Snake's mind, many haven't returned.
Once in Dublin, the King Snake is met by the high social class of the town.
He is struggling to maintain a conversation with them.
The King Snake is not pleased.
He's seen and treated as though in a false position.
The King Snake feels less composed to them thus.
Here he does not have any imperial space, hence, he returns to his less exotic place.
Which to him is more domesticated.
He realizes his perception, because of his reception, was off.
#5083/ 2-19-2016
Copyright (C) February, 2016 by Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. h.c.
Note: the poem is Spatial Metaphor & Personification
The Demon Follows
(Poem)
Beware, demons follow
The chosen, from birth to death-!
Throughout their lives!
With nets at hand, they
Follow like fiery red stallions,
Over dung hills, stooped...
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