The Suha Saga: the Saga of the Stars

The Cat of the Star

From the heavens, the stars
Adrift on the cosmic winds
Until starry heavens’ tears fall afar
Evil’s bonds broken blends
Heart not pure nor not good
Hiding not in the shade of a hood
Again she comes from the stars
She is the Cat of the Stars

The White Star

In the heavens, the stars
Drift like sands thru time
Some fall in Tortage far
From Set’s passages of time:
A White Star in the White Sands
Found with few to call friends
Yet she is the White Star
Of Afraa-Suha

The Joy of the Stars

The heaven’s brought the Maidens together
Side by side in a wild landscape
Bound by an invisible luck forever ever
Friends and in name no escape
Sisters unflustered and unmoving
Sisters strengthened by caring and loving
For their Maidens gathered from the ether
She is the Essence of Joy of the Star

The Star of Youth

Within the Heaven’s Maiden starry ether
Upon chords of cosmic landscape
From the starry skies a joyous ether
The melody of the youthful nymph escapes
From soft lips peace is reborn
Muse has danced where heart torn
And a sweetness gives a treasure
Reana the child of youthful treasure

Compassion of the Star

From abroad the Universe of Stars
Few have met such rival in love
The first steps would carry her so far
Nobility brilliance born of above
A passion for honor appreciated in hand
That few learn the her compassion
From the step to next across the land
For she hold the Star hold Compassion.

The Stirring of Dreams

For the Suha Sisters, the mundane world of dreams
Rumors and whispers of forgotten tells of realms spent
One of the elderly women raised them as her own
To each she told how the Heavens had opened up sent
Down a shower of Stars and how they answered her dreams.

The White was quick to find a the Den of Thieves and then
The Cat studied hard and worked but came the dark day
The pleasure had blinded the Afraa that she had not noticed
So enraged was the Cat that she cursed her sister that day
During the heat of passion Afraa’s eyes would burn whiten.

The tribe lost a great elder to a band bandits that had rode
Into the middle of camp with the elder’s and daughter names
Regardless of the burn rage the Cat was caged slavery sold
The White was not treat as pure and earn far less fame
When she too would find herself shackled to her new abode.

Within the cage the White Assassin drew plans to redeem
Herself before sister in which tasted every pleasure deemed.

The Awaking

A goddess of fertility and lust, Derketo, reached far
Into Stygia to find even one of several fallen Stars
Against the decadent and devotion of that Set
In her youth the erotic tools were taught by she met
Within the grand temple of the Goddess
Upon her back underneath sky that was moonless
The lines to the coffers were allows long.

From nobles to common man or woman
They would come making of request of women
Of the temple of Derketo upon the equinox
At harvest wine flows so the powers of life is unlocks
With disapproval from many around those afar
And those with the Stygian land cannot put out the star
Of Derketo which continues to burn for long.

The River of Styx stretches her fingers far wide
She is known as the Queen of the Dead in the prides
Of Kush, in Bubshur and Pashtun in these town halls
Including within the Pyramid of the Ancients’ Halls
The webs spun included the Black Ring of Thoth-Amon
Capturing the Blessed Caves for Thoth-Amon
Blood and fire would burn prolong.

Dreaming of Y’hathlei
1
From an early age Mau had danced under the stars for blessings
While dancing expressed sensual and highest states of freedom
From a child to womanhood dancing was her expression of freedom
As she learned more, it became a curse and a welcomed blessing
Of seduction and desire of men and women calling upon her.
Upon the death of the Elder, Mau ran like the gazelle into plains
Until she fell looking up into the stars seeing alignment of Leo
All around her was the feathers of ostrich and lotus below
Such curiosity made her want to forget each of her pains
There she sat and cried herself asleep until someone touched her.
2
A nude woman mounted lion wearing a ostrich feather crown
Within her right hand she holds several lotus flowers in full bloom
And within her left hand writhing Set of snakes of war of doom
With a warm smile, she tosses the snakes far out to sea to drown
Night sky was denoting it to be some time near midnight.
Dismounting from the lion, Derketo takes Mau’s hand and with
The midnight winds were soft and gentle as soothing Styx’s water
The lust of life found along fertile and rich shore lines of the river
They walk from the lands edge to the dream’s edge of new myth
Intensity of such divine souls entwined for even a night.
3
Through the watery depths they swam together hand and hand
To shores of a long forgotten except those as ancient that built the city
Of Y’hathlei, the caretakers swam around welcoming her to the city
As soon as the their feet touched caress the soft moist sand of the land
Derketo gave a parting kiss and walked ahead.
In the distance, she could hear singing to Father Dagon and Mother Hydra
Chants of praises in a long dead language forgotten by most
For her and the nude woman where a couple of robed figures post
To open the doors those seeking to go before Dagon and Mother Hydra
Within the very vast great halls that lay ahead.
4
Far below Mau could hear the sounds of the people finding pleasure
Farther she walked the louder the sounds became overwhelming
It would swell up into musical waves of sensations of singing
To her and this caused the flowering of her of moist treasure
She took a deep breath and took the step that led down.
She rounded the corner there they waited for her eagerly
From the down the hall the symphony of voices rising and falling
Hid all the struggling and fighting and left victim crying
Her cries blended into the melody of voices eagerly
Sounding of the deepest pleasures brought down.
5
A bitter sweet pleasures found themselves within Mau's tears
An ancient song as old as pyramids was song to her tonight
Such intimate dances that were danced out for all that night
Passing from one dance to next with a whispering in her ear
As she is lead to a large pool in middle of the room.
As she passed to an area she saw a writhing mass of snakes
Around a girl yet and along another area someone she saw
Someone with something as ancient the Pyramid being raw
Not far the writhing girl was the Priest of Set tending the snakes
Ensuring that snakes suffered naught harm or bring all doom.
6
When Mau entered the throne room she founds the finest
Of the silk draperies and pillows to offer comfort any and all
The Sands of Times of through the cracks did indeed fall
Upon the palace’s floor scattered were the bones of the tiniest
Fish as far as the eyes see as she stood in the hall of Dagon.
A slander hand from behind gently and softly places them
On her shoulders helping her to disrobe before all that amassed
Hands glided over her oiled bodied as she walked by all amassed
Glistening from smeared scented oils she stood bare before them
Having an idea of what was coming of sleeping Dagon.
7
Mau knew the nude woman sitting in the throne next the sleeping
Giant known as Dagon or Dagoth, the nude woman give a vial
To Mau and motion for her to drink it, no time to explain survival
Of what may becoming her and the world of dreaming and sleeping
Should she fail in the task ahead of her.
As she grew, the walls seemed to fall away
As Dagon started to stir so did seas and oceans above
Where Derketo had moment ago took the seed of her love
Mau danced intimate letting oceans water spray
Remind her of lullaby sung by the Elder to her.
8
Deep under water with oceanic midnight sky within Y’hathlei
Dagoth lays entombed with throne forever facing watery sky
Deep under water with oceanic midnight sky within Y’hathlei
Dagon sleeps within his throne forever under watery sky
So the dancer turns to face another day of freedom.

[The right hand of the gods was considered to be healing and beneficent, while their left hand was used for curses or inflicting injury.]

Clockwork Cogs and Gears

Tick tocks
Sounds all too clear to Captain Jack
Tick tocks
Pounds all too real to Captain Jack

He stares at the wonder in awe
Darting in and out from the clouds
He ponders the nature of Natures' Law
Seeing through the shroud of clouds
On the deck the violin been bowed
Below deck the steam heart beats
Top side feel the wind is in tow
Soaring ahead the flocking fleet

Tick tocks
Sounds all too clear to Captain Jack
Tick tocks
Pounds all too real to Captain Jack

Synchronized to no other
Clockwork heart of his love
Instruments only via her
Incline to believe in her love
At the rail looking far below
Cities look like clumps of earth
Gaskets hold until steam blows
Holding tight for home and hearth

Tick tocks
Sounds all too clear to Captain Jack
Tick tocks
Pounds all too real to Captain Jack

Full steam ahead through clouds
Barking orders at the crew
Pistons pushing sounding loud
Holding true to course due
Hope of love, love of hope
Unseen, airy cogs and gears
Red-hair angel spotted in scope
Together over coming all fears

Tick tocks
Sounds all too clear to Captain Jack
Tick tocks
Pounds all too real to Captain Jack

She stares at the wonder in awe
Darting in and out hiding in clouds
She ponders the nature of Natures' Law
Seeing through the shrouding cloud
From deck the violin sounding bow
Within the wooden beast heart beats
Top side the wind needs not blow
What an amazing creative feat

Tick tocks
Sounds all too clear to Jack's love
Tick tocks
Found all too real to Jack from above

The Music Box

The man stood in doorway
Removed his rain coat
Looking out across the boat
Watching the cloudy airway
Hair neatly pulled back
Underneath his old top hat
As if from another at that
From a time long ago, back
Ticking and spurring of gears
The dancer continues to dance
Ticking and spurring of gears
The dancer continues to dance

Within his hands he holds
A small gadget worth more
Than all the books of lore
Worth more than all the gold
Even above the clockwork
Gears of the airship so grand
Or the horseless carriage on land
So goes the ticking of the work
Ticking and spurring of gears
The dancer continues to dance
Ticking and spurring of gears
The dancer continues to dance

Porcelain white of the dancer
Dancing to a melody forgotten
Upon her toes she spins again
The hands to hips, to head of dancer
Flawlessly she dances to song
Tube against a spring-loaded comb
A box of little leisure called home
Forever dancing to a love-song
Ticking and spurring of gears
The dancer continues to dance
Ticking and spurring of gears
The dancer continues to dance

The man watches her dance
Wishing with might that they share
To share that dance to the air
To be watched as they dance
To forever, hold her hand
To dance in perfect timing
To let the heavenly gears turning
And to sail far above the land
Ticking and spurring of gears
The dancer continues to dance
Ticking and spurring of gears
The dancer continues to dance

Crossing Swords

Captain Jack sat in solitude
Maps and plans lay before him
The winds flow around at whim
Rocking the ship changing mood
Of the crew 'cause of what awaits them
In the distance cannons fire
Flashes of fire and black smoke
Inside the ship's bellies fires stoked
With coal or wood added to the fires
From pipes boiling black smoke
Sounds all too clear to Captain Jack
Pounds all too real to Captain Jack

The Porcelain Dancer's Captain
Standing proud, barking orders
The crew obeying the given orders
Of their beloved ship's Captain
Pushing to expend their borders
In time with ship the drummer plays
A steady beat encouraging crew
With a song of the forth coming brew
Pyramids of iron balls ready display
Cannons a deep polished metallic blue
Ticking and spurring of gears
Ticking and spurring of gears

Combatants squared off
Cannons fired black-white smoke
No need to ask which provoke
Sounds of wood splinter off
Engines strain puffing smoke
Both Captains barking orders
The Jolly Rogers of old anew
The Porcelain Dancer all new
Turning of turrets with orders
Iron balls gunpowder blew
Clicking of gears groaning
Sounds of wood and steel moaning

Passing aside drawn weapons
Firing of the flint lock muskets
Ripping through flesh like baskets
From ropes and masts fall peons
Rapiers, sabers drawn to muskets
Harpoons spearing man and ship
Pulling closer as cannons fire again
Splintering wood, shattering steel again
Tossing barrels and men from the ships
Far below wood and metal rain
Sounds of men groaning and moaning
Clanking of gears grinding, groaning

In an act of desperation the Captain
Of the Porcelain Dancer, all cannons fire
Smoke covering the target acquired
The Jolly Roger's side worn thin
And the ship's heart sputtering fire
Hails and ropes for surrendering
Captain Jack gives his own hail
Aiming high delivering a sulfurous hail
Through the envelop, ballonet ripping
Lines burning, lines begin to fail
Sounds of men groaning and moaning
Clanking of gears grinding, groaning

As the Porcelain Dancer sinks
In ablaze through the clouds
The cries of the crew heard aloud
As the Dancer begins to shrinks
In a cover of a fiery smoky cloud
The crew and Captain Jack
Standing on the deck saluting
A ship sinking and spinning
As the ground welcomes her back
And her heart sputtering, spitting
Sounds of men crooning and moaning
Clanking of gears grinding, groaning

Captain Jack's Jolly Rogers

Flag flying high from the mast
The crew gathering in mass
Violins bowed as the rum's pass
Living in the present past
As the world below in slavery
Becoming less savory
Looking ahead the Captain
The crew singing in victory
Violin and drums in harmony
Joyously splashing drink again
Aye around of yo-ho they go
Around and around they go

Repairing ship and spirits
Hammers sounds from the hide
As boards, replace the broken hide
Metal held in place with rivets
Far above the world lost
Above civilizations lost
Like the oceans the sky's
Open for exploration
Above the Clockwork nations
With the birds sharing the skies
Focusing on a random star
Set to our noble star so far

The Merry Little Band

The sky may be overcast
Still we are having a blast
Underneath the fleet of airships
To drum sounds sway of hips
Many felt the calling so clear
Black boots worn to grey
Make light of the dark day
For pride and country
For freedom you and me
Changes drawing near
Even with fraying reasons
Made a king by loving sons
To the men, tip your hat to all
For loving grace, stand tall
With family clan always near
The hour of departing ships
Many depart with witty quips
As the horns bellow with a blast
As the story anew broadcast
Clearly some the piper they hear