“Phrixus and Helle”
Translated from the ancient language of Kemeti in 42 A.D.
Ancients claim Phrixus was brother to the
Sun, younger though as radiant – grey light,
reflected, showed although he floated far
away that he was not alone. Luna,
the eldest sister, sat by earth between
the two, watched as each cratered body bloomed.
When Phrixus fought Solarus, Luna wept
and filled the night with stars and earth’s oceans
with waves, flooded the lost cities of Yis
and Lyonesse in her colossal grief –
proud Phrixus burned as punishment, thick band
of ash and sulfur tore apart the sky.
Red eye called his twin flame – spirit known as
Helle -- died in rising tides, and tears, to
live with stars in space. First war had waged, the
twins prepared for fate – the day was coming
when they would no longer have to wait. But
Luna and Solarus knew a secret:
Helle awake, earth was safe, the heavens
spun harmoniously – worlds once grew in
shadows cast by spheres in opposition.
But knew, as well, Phrixus could not rest. His
return all but certain on that day when
moons must meet, cruel king, Morte Kalendis.
Heavens spiral the mouth of a whirlpool in predetermined rotation -- paper
boats, by weak sails, bob on rows of rippled teeth cut from the night sky, fill’d with dim stars.