Heavens War

By Aarron Mondello


In the heavens gods are fighting
Burning red skies, fire lighting
The battle grounds of warriors divine
Admit me to those halls of thine

I’ll cometh to thee on the back
Of a winged stallion midnight black
Grant to me thy holy word
Give to me thy holy sword

Together we will darkness brave
Keep full of light thy holy nave
For crumbling are the halls of man
Weakening is thy shepherds hand

In the heavens lightning flashing
Angels, demons, blades are crashing
Grant me this boon oh great divine
Allow me to battle by your side

©Aarron Mondello

The image I have used was taken from my back yard about 30 minutes before this post. It inspired this poem and I hope you enjoy it. It’s a bit different from what I’d usually write

Of Creation

Here is the first little snippet of my world Galdenya that I am building through story and poem. I have been slowly growing this world for the better part of a year. This is just a tiny piece, a drop in an ocean, if you will. 

Ilkahliel, nameless, void. The Void.
Awoke and spoke and heard no echo
Cried shinning tears in solitary sorrow
They cascaded down and all around
To Ilkahliel, The Void, they bound
And The Void first knew light.

Of the Creation. Penned by the hand of La’Tail, God of light, life and all green things that grow, during his time with the Vor’Dalee.

©Aarron Mondello

Image http://earthsky.org/space/ten-things-you-may-not-know-about-stars

The Fountain

By Aarron Mondello


High upon a mountain
Built an age ago
Stands a marble fountain
That no longer flows

It’s said that in the past
Under the myriad stars
The crystal water flowed clear and fast
Pilgrims came from afar

They sipped the pristine droplets
As they knelt upon the ground
Lips pressed to a golden goblet
Their prayers barely made a sound

Tis said that if the gods were listening
When the travelers spoke their woes
A comet with its tail a glistening
Would be the sign to know

Heavy hearted many left
When no sign did they spy
Some would even jump from the cliff
When no comet graced the starlit skies

Upon one night way up high
A travellers question asked
For the well to come up dry
And it trickled that night its last

Why he asked this under the moon
No body can ever say
But the gods saw fit to grant his boon
And the fountain still runs dry today.

©Aarron Mondello2017

Featured image: Fountain of Youth by nisht