"Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow. It empties today of its strength." | ~ Corrie Ten Boom
Seven Siblings Born Of Sorrow
(When gods Are Created By Man)
The gods that would exist,
In a world where man creates,
Would serve to solely provide
Any desire man thought to sate.
But as very little is given or taken,
That indeed does not have a cost,
After all desires had been gratified
The need to be…
Would be all but lost.
When Sorrow first conceived,
Her dreams were distant n’ hollow.
For she carried Ares bastard child,
Yet she longed to be with Apollo.
Seven times, Sorrow left her charge
To dutifully serve at Aphrodite’s side.
And seven siblings would Ares sire
But none would he deign to abide.
So off to see the world,
The seven siblings, Sorrow sent,
For their quarreling too often raged,
And would seldom soon relent.
Her eldest daughter promptly decreed,
To her siblings: “You must obey n’ follow.”
But, as Vanity’s airs reeked of pride,
Her demands were hard to swallow.
Sorrow’s second was a jealous son,
Who quite envied Vanity’s position,
But lacked the courage to defy
As Cain had very little ambition.
Now Wrath departed his own way,
To spread his anger everywhere,
For a father’s rage, he inherited
And found little he considered fair.
But Eros was more treacherous,
With his skill to weave enticing lies,
Deceiving young maidens to feed his lust,
Leaving their remains to feed the flies.
Midas, one of the younger sons,
Certainly had no to grudge to bear,
But he took from whoever had,
And sadly never did care.
His younger brother, Beelzebub,
Would have done much the same,
But drunkenness and gluttony,
Left his authority all too lame.
Like Cain, the youngest was spiteful;
However, Aergia had no ambition at all.
So she did not stray far from Sorrow,
As she rarely ever did heed her call.
You see, although Sorrow’s children,
Had been gifted life from a god,
Never did they receive any guidance,
Or even correction from the rod.
So should see a scion of Sorrow,
As they wreak havoc along the way
Turn aside and quickly lock your doors,
For only a fool would invite one to stay.
Now, does anyone consider faltering,
When one’s destination is almost there?
Still, along the way would you succumb,
If life no longer appeared to be fair?
Who then would bear your sorrow,
As life begins to weary your limbs,
When the will to go on quietly fades,
And life’s guiding light slowly dims?
Surely you’d find one of the Siblings,
Ready n’ willing to answer the call,
To ravage n’ consume what hope remains,
When you’re at the edge n’ ready to fall.
Then, which Sibling’s deception would…
Leave your sanity completely shaken,
Stealing away every last reason to care,
Until you were left utterly forsaken?
Would pride blind your judgment,
While envy’s madness extracted its toll?
Or would Anger eradicate all reason
As Lust’s sinful ways corrupted your soul?
Greed of course would feed your hunger
Till Gluttony n’ Sloth arrive sans reprieve.
Yes, there are so many deceitful lies,
The seven Siblings can skillfully weave.
But in the end when time has vanished
And you’re no longer able to breathe
Sorrow will gaze on with grieving eyes,
Regretting the torment she bequeathed.
~ Drew Philips
