Friday, 21 December 2018

Winter Solstice: Hands of Helios

Happy winter solstice from Scotland!

It's been a bit of a sedate affair here, as I was up most of the night with a poorly Lydia, but I have been thinking about a song I wrote last year for The Casa Martyrs, and thought I would share it here.

The song is written by the character, Chris, about his search for his daughter. It features in chapter Eleven.



Hands of Helios

Persephone
Has been taken from me.
Down the River of Acheron
And now she’s gone.

Barren is my land
And empty is my hand.
A winter that never ends
Has come.

The mistakes I make are mine to bear.
The lies they weave form my shroud.
I plant seeds, carry death underground,
Hoping Helios will tell me where.

Helios.
My loss.
Like Demeter,
I’m on my knees.
Helios.
My loss.
Please:
With my life, I would pay.
Raise your hand and show the way.

The sun rises on an empty space.
I close my eyes and see your face.
You’ll be here one day.
I will find a way:
Helios will show me a way,
A way.

Persephone
Has chosen the earth.
So I plant seeds to bring on spring:
To prove my worth.

Fertile is my land,
But empty is my hand.
A daughter that can’t be found,
But on I search.

The mistakes you make are mine to heal.
The lies you hear will fall apart.
Saplings of love for the god of sun,
Hoping he will tell me where you’ve gone.

Helios.
My loss.
Like Demeter,
I’m on my knees.
Helios.
My loss.
Please:
With my life, I would pay.
Raise your hand and show the way.

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