DECEPTION OF THE SHADOWS
CHORUS:
The children of the NIGHT, stealthily, prepared a response for the winged god. Meanwhile, his pride wounded and with a broken wing, the dark god withdraws, leaving behind malicious thoughts for the portentous hosts of the NIGHT. The mist, indignant, plotted strange things. EROS, perceiving the discontent of NYX, hastens to say:
EROS:
(To NYX and her creatures)
—Step forth into the arena, demons, spirits of death, perfidious ones and knaves! Maintain the balance! By God! Example must always come from on high. The natural order of things is that the dragon’s brood learns to fly from its parents, not the reverse; that the judge imparts justice, not the judged. Example must always come from on high! Therein lies the balance; I thought you knew. Truly, I can dispense to you the same treatment I gave the Lord of the Underworlds.
(Aside, addressing HYPNOS)
—Lord of Slumber, I see you in most wicked ways.
CHORUS:
And, as aggressive love well discerns, EROS perceives a hidden intent in HYPNOS, the god of sleep. Without a thought, he moves as swift as the ZEPHYR and aims his arrow at him.
HYPNOS:
(To EROS with a trembling voice)
—My Lord, stay your arrow from me, for I have conspired nothing with TARTARUS. My role upon the stage of the spheres is to strengthen the work of life and mend the fallen spirit. As you can see —pointing to the faces marked by dark circles— the weary eyes are my suppliants. Without balance, there is no harmony.
EROS:
—Sir, your truth is indeed convincing, yet you hide something from me. Do not put a bridle upon your mouth.
HYPNOS:
(The countenance of EROS has a soothing effect; thus, he answers without trembling)
—What can I tell you, your Lordship? I cannot weave strings of lies nor make myself complicit in such falsehoods. Do you perchance wish for me to be judge and executioner of myself? Never has such daring been seen, not even to please those we love.
EROS:
(Withdrawing the arrow from the brow of HYPNOS)
—You are right, you scoundrel! Never has such a thing been seen; however, my request to you is that you diligently distance yourself from all folly. Guard your decorum. Hold your hand from plotting against me, for my flight of arrows could inflict a grave wound upon you.
THANATOS:
(Death enters impetuously)
—Be silent! You have enraged me! Always with your intrigues. —He gradually settles—. Can DARKNESS not approach the luminaries, and lethargy approach black magic? Or do the beings of light not have the nefarious DARKNESS as their mother? I do not believe your memory is so short, for you imprison LETHE with one of your eyes. Remember! Inquire, mighty EROS! For you brought about the union of my parents. I recall, as if it were yesterday, when with one of your darts you ignited the ardor of my mother and awakened the lust of my father.
EROS:
(To THANATOS and the others present, he speaks with pleasure and melancholy)
—Oh, how could I forget! Blessed DARKNESS; my eyes shone. Blessed births, fruits of EREBUS and NIGHT: AETHER, light of the cosmic rooftops, ornament of eternal mansions; HEMERA, adornment of my dear sister GAIA, seat of the gods... But what is this? Drunkards! I have fallen into your trap. You have surrounded me!
CHORUS:
And to that effect, NIGHT approached EROS with sinuous steps. Her slender body moved through the mists like a black fish, and her hair, which embraced her waist, rippled gently. Of harmonious craft and slender waist, she was clad in silk so black it clung tightly to her figure. And her complexion, white as a luminary, gave off beams of dying light; with such seductive power, reason was lost. Bewitched remained EROS, unable to pull his gaze from her.
Then, EROS remembered the beloved angels, the UNKNOWN GOD. Instantly, he invoked a radiance alien to these shadows and called for aid from the blessed angels. Before his voice could fade, the prayer tore the veil of a frontier that was once unseen. By means of an ignored reality, and filling fickleness with dread, the children of NYX and EREBUS ambushed him. These dark and petulant beings yoked their horses to burning coals alongside shadows of oblivion. At once, a host of fallen angels was repelled by the thrusts of MICHAEL, URIEL, and GABRIEL—bearers of swords bright as a nova and golden fillets that entered through the torn frontier.
CORYPHAEUS:
It was then that VITAE, the breath of life, rode upon the back of the wind and clung to the mane of TEMPORE ET MOTU, the eternal engine of movement. Consequently, the progeny of EREBUS and NIGHT resisted yielding in an unequal struggle. And thus, the beautiful angels vanquished NYX with their swords of diamond, joined to their sharp, thundering voices.
Reflecting on the inclusion of wallet addresses in previous posts, I realized it interrupted the reader's immersion. I have decided to clean up this space to preserve the magic of the reading experience. Soon, I will enable a dedicated portal for those who wish to support my creative and technological ecosystem. Thank you for valuing my work and for being part of my world.
— David Gilberto Iriarte
Letter Sculptor
All writing is 100% my own. The accompanying images are AI-generated, crafted from the original ideas and themes of my work
