Fable of the Nile.........
There was a beauteous river,
That strutted and swirled lonely,
As it ebbed with a strange quiver,
An enchanter sought and drowned in her,
with vows of affection forevermore,
The river felt blessed,
In his embrace she nestled,
Moments and days passed,
In her stillness one night,
Nile shuddered in fright,
Her own watchful maternal old bag,
Picked the sands of where she streamed,
Just like in the early ages of the river,
The rotting dame worshiped the demons again,
Her mind wasn't hers,
Something that Nile can't exclaim,
The rivers would laugh,
And would call her lame,
Nile halted,
Suddenly jolted,
Never knowing what happened in the night,
But least did she know, what she thought to be twilight,
Was seven days past,
Never has the Nile been so befuddled,
Wizard was nowhere to be seen,
She spent the nights embracing the rocks,
Scared, baffled and fearfully huddled,
Was it she who beheld some delict?
Or was it the voice that possessed her?
All seemed an illusion,
A never ending delusion,
A ghost, a chicanery, a hallucination,
Nile wasn't Nile anymore,
There came the drought,
Her smiles began to rot,
She was lifeless,
Her breaths were caught,
365 days passed,
Nile was a dead river,
Her mind wasn't hers,
The days went in wrecking her own heart,
The nights went in piercing her soul with grief's dart,
730 days passed,
Nile breathed, gulped the lump of lament,
Looked at the sky once more,
As if lent one more life to live,
She whispered, leaving herself stunned,
A word that through these years she had hummed,
Wizard,
A faint smile, and it rained again,
Nile was filled, to the brim,
But couldn't flow, couldn't surge,
So she counted the feathers,
That fell upon her,
Like the blessings from nowhere,
She spoke to the owl,
That rested on the tall tree,
Far away, on her distant banks,
But she yearned to flow,
Couldn't,
She was hushed, restrained and curbed,
And she immersed in her own depths,
Tired of the suffering,
And imprisoned herself, to forever stay reserved,
No one knows how many days passed,
Was there a splash?
Was there a splurge?
She wondered when her silhouette shuddered,
Words were falling in the river,
He was here,
He was here!
Her mind still feels haunted and berserk,
But her soul is fighting,
For he brings that courage,
There's a turmoil,
But she'll be through,
He's here,
Nile's Wizard,
She shall flow once more,
She created the magic bounds around her,
The spells that permit Wizard alone to enter,
No magic can be so vigorous,
No chants so supreme,
For in her silence she learned,
The art of conserving,
Her soul,
Her heart,
Her mind,
and her grace........
(c) S.S
That strutted and swirled lonely,
As it ebbed with a strange quiver,
An enchanter sought and drowned in her,
with vows of affection forevermore,
The river felt blessed,
In his embrace she nestled,
Moments and days passed,
In her stillness one night,
Nile shuddered in fright,
Her own watchful maternal old bag,
Picked the sands of where she streamed,
Just like in the early ages of the river,
The rotting dame worshiped the demons again,
Her mind wasn't hers,
Something that Nile can't exclaim,
The rivers would laugh,
And would call her lame,
Nile halted,
Suddenly jolted,
Never knowing what happened in the night,
But least did she know, what she thought to be twilight,
Was seven days past,
Never has the Nile been so befuddled,
Wizard was nowhere to be seen,
She spent the nights embracing the rocks,
Scared, baffled and fearfully huddled,
Was it she who beheld some delict?
Or was it the voice that possessed her?
All seemed an illusion,
A never ending delusion,
A ghost, a chicanery, a hallucination,
Nile wasn't Nile anymore,
There came the drought,
Her smiles began to rot,
She was lifeless,
Her breaths were caught,
365 days passed,
Nile was a dead river,
Her mind wasn't hers,
The days went in wrecking her own heart,
The nights went in piercing her soul with grief's dart,
730 days passed,
Nile breathed, gulped the lump of lament,
Looked at the sky once more,
As if lent one more life to live,
She whispered, leaving herself stunned,
A word that through these years she had hummed,
Wizard,
A faint smile, and it rained again,
Nile was filled, to the brim,
But couldn't flow, couldn't surge,
So she counted the feathers,
That fell upon her,
Like the blessings from nowhere,
She spoke to the owl,
That rested on the tall tree,
Far away, on her distant banks,
But she yearned to flow,
Couldn't,
She was hushed, restrained and curbed,
And she immersed in her own depths,
Tired of the suffering,
And imprisoned herself, to forever stay reserved,
No one knows how many days passed,
Was there a splash?
Was there a splurge?
She wondered when her silhouette shuddered,
Words were falling in the river,
He was here,
He was here!
Her mind still feels haunted and berserk,
But her soul is fighting,
For he brings that courage,
There's a turmoil,
But she'll be through,
He's here,
Nile's Wizard,
She shall flow once more,
She created the magic bounds around her,
The spells that permit Wizard alone to enter,
No magic can be so vigorous,
No chants so supreme,
For in her silence she learned,
The art of conserving,
Her soul,
Her heart,
Her mind,
and her grace........
(c) S.S
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