The Legends of the Thunderbolt
Feb 27, 2016 15:35:22 GMT -6
Post by Perun on Feb 27, 2016 15:35:22 GMT -6
So, Perun is name after one of his peoples greatest heroes, and I thought it would be fun to write up a few of his legends for fun. So here's the first one, though anymore I write likely won't be in order.
In days long gone there lived a man,
of hair like fire and sinew like rock,
Unbound by laws that hold in a clan,
Strength akin to a bear and eyes to a hawk.
In an age of fire and peace he walked,
before any man would begin to revolt,
sit back and I’ll tell you how the world was rocked,
When the Earth held Perun, the Thunderbolt.
In valley of snow twixt two great mountains,
Where the sun shone only when high it did soar,
in a house between two lakes like fountains,
Perun entered the world with his first roar.
Thirteen summers and thirteen winters,
Perun worked and grew beside his kin,
body hardening with every sore and all the splinters,
til at a young age his body bulged at his skin.
His father Akim his mother Isolde,
his neighbors many and broad like he,
both family and friend to Perun were bold,
but none like the Thunderbolt were called Wily.
The valley rested in quiet and peace,
but nearby lived a god of war named Grun,
one day a human fought the god and his life did cease,
and on a rage across the land began his son.
In the form of a great bull he circled the land,
across all corners he spread fear and death,
til one day the valley his path was close in hand,
for this the bull would draw his last breath.
Akim father of Perun called out to the bull,
“Who are you that rages and smashes the world?”
The beast grunted, “The son of Grun, Koraskachull.”
And like that he rushed forward fast as a whirl.
As the bull came on the valleyfolk jumped away,
and none took the full brunt of the charges force,
the bull wheeled about chasing after its prey,
to its shock a youth mounted him in mid course.
The bull raged on and screamed and shook with its might,
but Perun held fast to the beasts great broad horns,
Koraskachull carried on, running for five days and each night,
Perun’s hands bled at the strain as if gripping thorns.
But as the bull carried on he began to grow tired,
and Perun with his feet began to take hold,
the beast was still whole its strength not expired,
but nearer the head Perun’s body rolled,
Til at last the boy stood with his feet on its neck,
and on the two great horns back he started to pull,
bones began to snap and the path began to wreck,
as the boy called Perun broke the neck of the bull.
He walked away from the thing he had finished,
to see a land now strange and by the bull torn asunder,
as he moved he felt stronger not quite diminished,
even he didn’t know it, he was to be the Bolt of Thunder.
In days long gone there lived a man,
of hair like fire and sinew like rock,
Unbound by laws that hold in a clan,
Strength akin to a bear and eyes to a hawk.
In an age of fire and peace he walked,
before any man would begin to revolt,
sit back and I’ll tell you how the world was rocked,
When the Earth held Perun, the Thunderbolt.
In valley of snow twixt two great mountains,
Where the sun shone only when high it did soar,
in a house between two lakes like fountains,
Perun entered the world with his first roar.
Thirteen summers and thirteen winters,
Perun worked and grew beside his kin,
body hardening with every sore and all the splinters,
til at a young age his body bulged at his skin.
His father Akim his mother Isolde,
his neighbors many and broad like he,
both family and friend to Perun were bold,
but none like the Thunderbolt were called Wily.
The valley rested in quiet and peace,
but nearby lived a god of war named Grun,
one day a human fought the god and his life did cease,
and on a rage across the land began his son.
In the form of a great bull he circled the land,
across all corners he spread fear and death,
til one day the valley his path was close in hand,
for this the bull would draw his last breath.
Akim father of Perun called out to the bull,
“Who are you that rages and smashes the world?”
The beast grunted, “The son of Grun, Koraskachull.”
And like that he rushed forward fast as a whirl.
As the bull came on the valleyfolk jumped away,
and none took the full brunt of the charges force,
the bull wheeled about chasing after its prey,
to its shock a youth mounted him in mid course.
The bull raged on and screamed and shook with its might,
but Perun held fast to the beasts great broad horns,
Koraskachull carried on, running for five days and each night,
Perun’s hands bled at the strain as if gripping thorns.
But as the bull carried on he began to grow tired,
and Perun with his feet began to take hold,
the beast was still whole its strength not expired,
but nearer the head Perun’s body rolled,
Til at last the boy stood with his feet on its neck,
and on the two great horns back he started to pull,
bones began to snap and the path began to wreck,
as the boy called Perun broke the neck of the bull.
He walked away from the thing he had finished,
to see a land now strange and by the bull torn asunder,
as he moved he felt stronger not quite diminished,
even he didn’t know it, he was to be the Bolt of Thunder.