Iris and Aegeus

Upon the waves,
Reposes he from the past,
Aegeus, The Knight of the kingdom of seas,
He who paints the days,
Yearning, seeking her in a haste,
Refusing to bow to fate's decrees,

He feels her scent,
As if it composes his being,
Like a rigid wall, he pursues her unfailingly,
Suddenly jolted by a strong current,
He's enthralled by the voice that sings,
As if a treasure is found, he whisks cravingly,

Daring the tumultuous raging waves,
he traverses across the outrageous seas,
Guided by her euphonious tunes,
His maiden adorned in silken lace,
Iris, the queen of the otherworld,
She who descends upon the Seas,
On a full moon night, Seeking the one,
she was meant to love,

But, such was the King of the Wind's envy,
that storms unfurled into violent fury,
The swells surged as high as the skies,
and swallowed the Iris' beloved knight,

An echo was heard, the loud wailing of the Queen,
as she cursed the tides, with barrenness and sterility,
and that its waters shall be known as the Dead Sea,

It is said that during the full moon nights,
until the first ray of the morrow's light,
her voice is hear, grievous and tormented,
as she seeks Aegeus, above spiritless waters......

(c) S.S