Far, far away
Deep in the woods
Filled with thick trees and tall grass
Lived a man named ‘Saga’
Short and stout
Noisy and loud
He lived alone
Screaming at the air, talking to the rain
Saga lived in a cave
Posing to be brave But, afraid of the loneliness How naïve!
Living in the wild
Far away from his tribe
Alone through the woods he steered
Saga was afeard
He missed his wife
His old, happy life
And cursed the dusk
When he lost his way, following the musk
He cursed his daughter, Hilde
Deeming her the reason he was lost in wild ‘Why did you have to be so obstinate?’
‘Spoilt as hell, brat, bloody arrogant”
Mumbling under his breath
He was lost in his wrath
Crossing the same eerie desire trail
With misty fog and traces of hail
“What a horrifying path to take
Death be waiting for all treading this way”
Shivering and afeard
He walked rapidly till that path disappeared
Days passed and nights went by
He lay on the grass
Watching the drifting sky
Change its color from blue to brass
The trees rustled and wind blew
As the storm brewed
Sky thundered, rivers creaked
Saga listened to the forest screak.
“Hellish! I am lost in these labyrinthine woods
With cimmerian paths and Styngian brooks”
He started towards his aphotic cave
“Someone come for me and save!”
The forest grew murkier and dark Deafening sounds of storm, hark!
A whip just cracked
Echoing the sound of a thousand claps.
Saga fastened his pace
In terror and haste
Mud laved his feet
As if mocking Saga’s hysterical retreat.
“Oh! Get out of my way you muck”
As he fell on his face – Shmck!
Thud! flumb! squelch! splosh! deign!
He flushed through the water of rain.
For hours he struggled against the gush
Louder and louder grew brus
With each passing minute, the storm soared
The forest rumbled and sky roared.
Saga brawled and bawled
As if trying to silence the stormy howl.
Alas! all his attempts failed
Unconscious soon, he sailed
Where to? He would never know
For the forest had already beseeched his breath
Saga swam through the wild flow
Into the comfortable arms of Death.