"The wages of sin is death"
Of an enchanted woods a legend is told
Born of the secrets that have still to unfold,
It offers no journey for the faint of heart
For a happy ending may not play a part.
Though a one way entry to every man’s dream
Some speak of the darkness of his fabled scream;
Endless earthly passions the forest doth bring
But there, always dwells winter, never comes spring.
A waxen-winged worrier - glutted with Pride
Vowed to make the alleged temptress his bride,
'My legend made – fates prophecy broken'
Arachney’s fop had King Mammon spoken.
With Asmodus' lust, and Lucifer's pride
Into the forest on his high stead did he ride;
Advice of the base the great King shall ignore
For he has his lantern and weapons galore.
In the face of the darkness he could not foresee
The last of the leaves which fall from the high tree,
But what he does notice becomes a surprise
As a thick swirling mist soon starts to arise.
Meets Mammon a man with less riches than he
And not protected by a Royal decree,
So, with murderous intent, the King offers wine
Leviathan’s bane for the opposing swine.
'A toast among equals, my good sir, drink up!'
Said Mammon who drained the life blood from his cup,
And before thirty seconds, opposition dropped dead
His belly still empty of the King's promised bread.
Then, dark grew denser - Mammon's lantern burned out
And his proud greedy heart soon filled with self doubt,
He possessed no weapon that through darkness could hack...
So shadowy wall would prevent his turn back.
Yet full, opal moon shines the milk of her ray
Through the gaps in the trees to lead the King's way,
And the woods fall silent, save for the wolfs howl
'Cause the nightingale's song sets him on a prowl.
But, when Belphegor creeps, and Der Sandman draws near
With blatant sharp objects to stir the King’s fear;
And when snow starts to fall and temperatures crash
King Mammon’s black horse gallops off in a dash;
But although the King starts, arms of gold way him down
'Til he’s forced to strip off to his robe of brown.
The fates of destiny are not fond of dreams
But often delight in harsh blood curling screams,
For rare are the virtuous where the fates take his side
So God bless King Mammon and his glutted self pride!
The winds of change whirl on the path to his right
And at the end gleams a rare glimmer of light,
Yet the path is so rocky, the winds blow too rough
But the path to his left seems easy enough.
Though things in the labyrinth are not what they seem
Deceit plays its own inexplicable scheme...
The easy way out often comes with a price
A price which King Mammon may pay with his life.
A twist of fortune(?) when the [monatour] king
Hears the music of Pan - the song sirens sing;
When silver mist glides that bitter sweet sound
That glues Mammon's feet on to the iced ground.
Pixey-led follower of Orpheus' stings
Means Mammon glides closer upon his waxen wings;
The echoing melody which weaves through the woods
Means he cannot turn back, though he knows that he should.
But he's led by those notes which blow in the breeze
As the moonlight shimmers between the tall trees;
And observing the music he's hypnotised
With a dumbfounded look that's in his dark eyes.
To the heart of the woods the King soon arrives
To the place where so many have lost mortal lives,
Yet a blossoming bush Mammon casts to one side
Feeding to winter the last place he could hide.
With his right mind corrupted he can so easily see
A glamour filled lake broken off from the sea,
But the mysterious water, that the moon orders still
Glistens with secrets of the years yet to spill.
A waterfall trickles so calm and serene
Rippling the reflection of the moon's bright gleam,
But as he looks closer he's shocked to find
What could only be trickery, a fast failing mind?
As ghost like maidens dwelled in the lagoon
Watching their reflections and caught in loves swoon.
Mammon considered, 'Did they swim in from Lethe?
But then…surely these spirits should reside still beneath?'
But, silver scales suddenly transferred the King's stare
For they lay on the tail of a bonny maiden, so fair,
And there's a deathly chill to the midnight air
When the wind blows through the golden girl's hair.
Then down off the rocks the fair maiden slides
Into the deep water, so her tail she can hide,
It's the song she sings that lured him here
For that original desire to possess her.
When he reveals himself [to her first success]
With a single gesture he’s made powerless,
For that hypnotic smile which she flashes to him
Is especially designed to reel him in.
So, down from the rocks on a horned branch he climbs
Hoping both bodies will soon be entwined,
Ignoring the dove that's long since been chained
He listens instead to a siren well trained.
Achilles heel's lowered in the icy cold lake
Ignoring the pain of the bones that ache,
And through thin ice he'll swim - he's lost his pride
'Cause all he now wants is to be by her side.
Mammon looks in her eyes where her gaze will impel
Seducing his heart with a treacherous spell,
And moving a hand onto his pale cheek
They both will fall silent, no words left to speak.
With her deceiving kiss the King's heart will break
She knows full well Mammon's life's at stake,
His body starts shaking, but the coldness he'll bare
For he thinks this love's beyond compare.
Now behind the scene the cold winter creeps
Putting all creatures in to a deep sleep,
And of this motion she's blissfully aware
But he doesn't know and she doesn't care.
Her notes are the stars which around the lake zoom
Each one resting on an Agaric mushroom
There is now only moments 'til the curse is complete
And still Mammon is blinded in the face of defeat.
For Mammon is standing in a vortex of doom
In the lake of the dead, beneath a full moon,
But there’s still one thing left for Mammon to do...
- Take bite from the apple where all his sins brew.
With a wave of her hand his hunger grows strong
He knows with no food he won't last very long,
But when the King reaches out, his body a-sway
The food of the dead floats further away.
The King cries out in sheer desperation
Like so many slaves under his domination,
But his delve in humility comes years much too late
For his life rests now in the hands of scorned fate.
She holds out her hand, which begins to unfurl
And there lays an apple just like the trees burl,
He accepts it gratefully then takes his first bite
Before being transferred to the curses first night;
[For inside the apple is buried the truth
Which will sap at his life force - to add to her youth.]
There lay the corpse of his brother's wife
Naked and splattered in blood from the knife,
As Mammon had taken both her body and life
In a violent impulse of cold, jealous strife.
His brother had searched through the day and night
Neglecting the duties of his Royal birth right,
But one year later he gave way to grief's plight
And his broken heart stopped, no strength left to fight.
The King opened his eyes to look upon her
With tears of regret and his vision a blur,
But her tail had vanished and she stood on the bank
And at that moment, he knew, he must walk the ships plank.
Now, a hundred years later the Forest's in bloom
Since Mammon's demise and eternal doom,
And the wood nymphs run freely, they have their own reign
Since they dragged Mammon down to Hades' domain.
But while left alone, they have a promise to keep
To always use glamour to avoid human seek,
But on the occasion, if the odd human should stray
Be it by night fall or in the light of the day,
They must lure those victims, just like the King
Into the nearest Fly Argaric ring.