Last semester, I had trouble sleeping and when I actually did sleep, it was broken. I had nightmares and vivid, troubling dreams. One of these dreams inspired a story that I have slowly been trying to develop into a working novel. I call the story "Death's Demands" and during one point a mother tells her daughter the history of her ancestors and I wrote the legend in poetry format- I hope you enjoy.
Three fates ruled over human mortality,
Cutting threads of life’s humanity.
Their shears of death did sever life
Thus they ruled over human strife.
After losing parents, friends and loved ones dear
Two brothers planned with mission clear.
To outsmart the Fates and make death fair
They stole passage into the evil lair.
And while the Fates did sleep in relax
They covered the life threads in molten wax
Thus to render the shears no more of gloom
But by so doing, sealed their doom.
Then there a curse upon future progeny
Ever to wander in unfulfilled journey
Upon paths of that despised death
Unless violence prevail, ne’er to feel that breath
Of the icy grave.
And loved one’s lives ne’er to save.
A firstborn son to carry souls
Beyond the mortal realm and live the role
Of Death’s dark messenger until replaced
By child or their bane defaced.
Likewise shall a firstborn girl be as the fallen Fates
Thus to determine when mortal life terminates
And with that wax, a candle for each mortal name
And when ended, extinguished with ethereal flame.
And if she fall without an heir
Those in her charge shall perish there.
So with every firstborn child shall it be
Until the ends of the eternity.
