Behold his mighty wind power
Whirling leaves in eddies,
Rattling trees in terrible temper!
Boreas still remains in defiance!
Listen to the gale hissing, howling
Loud and hard, growing louder harder till
It becomes ranting of the god going
Mad with his utmost resistance to nil!
For the law of nature he cares none,
The principles of the Olympus he defies,
Boreas in great white ire against the Sun
Talks sound and fury in a whirlpool of gales.
P.S. : Boreas, god of winter is still here because even though we have officially entered Spring, the weather conditions of yesterday and today fraught with torrential rains accompanied by gale force winds betray the law of nature. I hope to see spring skies in no time.
Fresh-faced April, daintily bedight,
Adorned with a wreath of flowers,
Heralding her arrival in high spirit,
Liberating all from the grim shackles,
Breeding new lives into the gray kingdom,
Lets us leap with Joy of Spring in tandem.
The funeral offerings by a sepulcher for Eternity to a soul departed,
Crossing the River of the Styx to the gate of the Underworld,
Paying a fee to Charon for carrying the soul of the departed,
For without it, he will refuse to let him board his ferryboat indeed,
And the soul will wander around the shore for a hundred years stupefied
By Eternal Slumber in the amidst of the laments sung by those left behind
Until they are heard no more, seen no more, believed no more, and banished
Into the ancient all with his shattered dreams shuddered with fear – all in nil ended,
Are burnt in the funeral pyre as the embers spirit away in great red.