Sempiternal

[Dagel]

Sempiternal

"He opens to the first page and is instantly consumed..."

The waves topple above, his face swallowed by life,
he sank into a model of love, drank till the bottle was dry.
Reaching for the surface, he's screaming from the tide,
it's clinging like a serpent and feeding off of his mind.

"He keeps reading with purpose like he's dealing each line,
breathing becomes urgent as the excitement's speeding it's climb."

He manages to grab the cliff, our hero made it alive,
the damage on his back is stiff, but he plays it off fine.
Each step toward Olympus is another day until light,
he presses forward with quickness and sways into the night.

"Our reader feels the wind as if he's in deeper than a story,
he's eager to reach the end, falling steeper into the glory."

He pulls himself over the edge, the view stretches over barren waste,
ingulfed by the smoldering sunset, the fumes mess with his air and pace.
The muse moves her fingers in his hair... he refuses to linger or decay,
she swoons as the dreamer prepares, he shoots much springer... but with defray.

"Nervous by that final word, the boy is certain it's not safe,
the curtain holds a vital urge, it's the perfect setting for a grave."

After months in the desert alone, the blood on his toes shade,
he trusted the shepherd soul, but now he's stuck in a slow flame.
Just as he's tempted to go, a vision was bestowed onto his brain,
where forestry so vivid grows... timid and flowing with rain.

"Relieved for a second, the boy thinks he's escaped,
but reads more desperate as he needs to reach the next page."

The smell of pine and soil fills his nose, wildlife coils in the tall grass,
but since he's arrived without turmoil shown, his eyes spoil and watch fast.
Brushing through gallows, it's getting cold... surprised by a small snap,
lunging from the shadows, a lion so evil... it strikes like a God's match.

"Sweat down his forehead, he collects his breaths and tries to relax,
treading lightly for what's next, he's left trying to suppress the fight back."

Every punch he throws the creature returns with an aggressive scratch,
deep in his gut he knows he needs to dig deeper for his majestic to last.
Grabs the beast's bottom jaw, grabs the mane with an impressive grasp,
with all the strength he can draw... he breaks it's face- no questions asked.

"He takes a few and sips his coffee from it's cup,
afraid to continue but it's throbbing off his tongue."

He finally gets through the forest, his feet freezing from glaciers,
odyssey of truth courses as Hercules keeps reaching for something greater.
Searching for reasons his love died, the underworld's singing is no stranger,
burning as Hades' demons align... Hercules is sinking into danger.

"Excited for the war, the boy hopes his hero can survive Armageddon,
ignited by the storm, he holds the book close to his eyes for the legend."

He tears heads off shoulders and rips vertebrates from flesh,
wears the dead like armor and strips a blade from the mess.
"HADES!" The demigod screams as he blazed through the depths,
millions of bodies torn piece by piece as the waves come less.

"He keeps reading... no pause or distraction...
feeding off the evening and lost in the attraction."

Face to face with the King of Hell, the grip on his sword becomes unbreakable,
the rage begins to completely compel, "the sins you've worn are unmistakable."
The Lord of Darkness grins, "your bravery my nephew is more than baffling,
but this clash between us is Sempiternal, it's an eternity of scores we're battling."

"The End? The boy looks around in disappointment,
runs to the library for a book to refuel his enjoyment.
In fiction, nothing is ever lasting -- and it's hurtful,
but the imagination like immortality is truly Sempiternal."