Arrow Rock Literary Journal

Stellar reunion along the sea, seashells dotting the sand
The waves rise and fall with tide’s bright glee, wading hand-in-hand
All along the coast the clouds glow backlit in blue
Rolling dunes pressed against deep rock splattered in mist and dew

Long ago the moon did pull the waves away from the shore
Igniting the wrath of the gods of the sun to fight forever more
Gone were the days of bright peace as then it became only night
Hailing the grief of the priestess’s reign as if though she brought only plight 
The waves were strung thin from the gods’ cruel game of tug-o’-war

Stellar reunion along the sea, the sun and the moon convene 
The priestesses lie amongst the hills, bodies covered in windswept green 
All along the coast the clouds gather together to rain
Rolling dunes pressed against deep rock, split and shattered in twain

Burrow into the sands and far enough down there is only a city of bone
Remnants of pasts long and forgotten with roots wedging down into the stone
Ignore the whispers of hither and yore and stare down into the sea
Ghostly apparitions appear from the foam and beg not to follow, but flee
Heed their warning for the stories of old don’t just rhyme, nay, they repeat,
The gods and their followers battle for eons, neither side ceding defeat

Forever do the spears and arrows fly, ancient wood clashes against astral metal
In time one could win this incomprehensible battle of spite and wits that meddle
Rest assured that in due time the sun will once more guide the sky,
Sailing away from the moon’s tight grasp in whispered lyric of lullaby
Their bodies will fall from the heavens above and rest with the priestesses in the nettle

Stellar reunion along the sea, the moon will always preside
The tales tell of the love and war that resulted in solar demise
All along the coast the subjects gather from dusk to dawn
Rolling dunes pressed against deep rock, realization that they were just pawns

Inside their rage gathers into a glowing, growing might

See how they laugh at misfortune and scream with chaos thrown into the night
Eons have passed with no warmth and no stars, just the moon for light
Eons have passed with tyrannical reign punishing them with eternal lunar blight

Tonight things change as the people revolt against the over-caring gods
Odds never in their favor, yet they still fight, tooth and nail, against all odds
Never would one think the gentle people could overturn the celestial order
Imagine the day where the gods began to pray to stop the chaotic horror
Gods fell by the mile down into the sea and were swallowed by the stars
Halting the night with humanitarian might, enough to overpower Mars
To this day now the sun shares the sky with the moon, ruins resting within the hawthorne

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Logan Hentschel is a transfer student at Lindenwood University, currently Majoring in Game Design with a Minor in Computer Science and a Certificate in Graphic Design. He has published several works in the Saint Louis Community College: Wildwood and Forest Park Campus literary journals “Sycamore” and “The Forest”. He has also exhibited artwork in the STLCC Forest Park and Meramec art shows, winning an Honorable Mention award in the latter. As a passionate creative writer and artist for a multitude of mediums, Logan balances his coursework with creating expansive worlds and evocative art; and enjoys the same within animation and video games