Harmony
They were the daughters of Nature and Nurture
Born long before the dawn of man
Love, Harmony, Discord, and Strife
They were the greatest of earth’s children.
Harmony was the youngest of the daughters,
Beautiful and elegant
Nurture died in birthing her,
And as such, Nature held her most dearly of all
Strife was third born, infantile, ungrateful, and easily jealous.
Discord was second born, oft reserved and quiet, but with a penchant for violence.
Love was the oldest, kindest and most generous
As would be expected she loved all of her sisters
But there was something about little Harmony
That made Love love her most of all.
They were inseparable
Naturally, Discord and Strife did not take this unbridled favoritism too lightly
They were jealous of their youngest sister, Harmony
Who from birth had received more love that either of them ever had
Jealous and spiteful
These two middle siblings,
Because of their natures
Plotted.
They found little Harmony alone in her bedroom one night
With sticks, they proceeded to beat and rape her.
Not finished, they burned her alive and languished in her screams
And like a phoenix from the ashes, rose the silvered and ethereal figure of Death.
It spoke in a voice lost to time
And in one that made even Discord, shiver.
“I am, always have been, and will be forevermore. Join me, or perish.”
And so they did.
Naturally, when nature found out about Harmony’s demise, he was furious.
He banished Strife and Discord from the realm
But with their new ally Death, they slew Nature.
In his dying breaths, he bade Love to flee and live among mankind.
Love was faced with a choice
She could flee and live;
Or stand and die.
Naturally, we know the choice love made.
She did not beg out for mercy
She did not cry out for clemency
So they tortured her sadistically
She died, but far from instantly
But even in death
Over the centuries, love has stood by our side
So here we are, soldiers of love’s army,
Fighting against the forces of Strife, Discord, and Death
But because she made her stand, we can make ours
Love visits us in our dreams
Sets us in stupors
And visits in the form of gods and goddesses
Seeking to love us and be loved by us
And we do
She allows us to transcend the realm of suffering and Death
And thrive off cumulus clouds of her bountiful strength
Do not let love’s fall to Death be in vain
Here we stand and seek to rise above life’s pain
Love’s ammunition, by which we cleanse our bloodstained souls
And reign over those soldiers of misfortune
Young hearts be free of fear, love makes you immune
In our hearts, death lives not for love dies not
She died for you, and you, and you.
Love is everlasting, and will free us from despair
Young heart, you are the seeker,
Come and find her, if you dare.
© 2007 Eugene Aarons-Cooke
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