There was, once upon a time, as if there never had been,
Of most distinguished royal blood a girl of beauty unseen.
She was her parents’ only child, gifted with charm and grace,
A budding flower blossom amid deserted space.
Through the majestic arches’ shadow her step now she directs
towards a mirror. In the corner, the morning star expects.
She watches him, as from above he lights the ocean with his rays,
guiding large mysterious ships along the dark and moving ways.
She sees him today, she sees him tomorrow. At last, her heart is there.
He, watching her through lonely weeks grows ever fonder of her stare.
As she her dreaming forehead leans on her elbow slim
her heart and soul are laden with longing for him.
And how lively every night his sparks stormily renew
towards the shadow of the castle when she shows to his bright view.
Step by step along her trail he glides into her room
weaving with fine lines of light a tapestry against the gloom.
When in bed late into the night the girl at last lies sleeping,
his light glides along her breasts her eyelids gently closing.
From the mirror in the corner light pours over her frame
on the large eyes, beating while closed, on her face lit up by his flame.
She was watching him with a smile, he was trembling whole
following deep in her dreams to send a quiver through her soul.
Speaking to him in sleep she sighs, her heart overcome.
‘Oh lord of my lonely nights, why don’t you come down? Come!
Oh come to me, Hyperion, glide gently down a beam,
enter my spirit and my mind and over my life gleam.’
He is listening, trembling, still more her love he craves
and like a trail of lightning he plunges into the waves.
The water where he falls draws circles, like alabaster rings,
and from dark and unknown depths a superb young man springs.
Over the window ledge as on a threshold his step majestically he leads
holding in his hands a staff adorned with a large crown of reeds.
A young prince he seems to be with soft and golden hair
a pale white shroud binds in a knot draped around his shoulders bare.
His face is pale as snow and translucent throughout
a handsome corpse with lively eyes that throw their sparkles out.
‘From my sphere high up above I tore myself to follow thee,
my father is the clear blue sky and my mother is the sea.
To come into thy room and to thyself be near
I have been reborn from waves through paths whose course I steer.
Oh come, my endless love and thy world leave aside,
I am the morning star from up above and thou shall be my bride.
In my palace of coral thou shall live ever more
as the ocean world will be thy everlasting core.’
‘Oh you are handsome as only in dreams an angel is revealed,
but the path that you have shown to me forever is sealed.
Alien-spoken, alien-bred, your sparks no warmth impart,
because I am alive, while you are dead, and your gaze chills my heart.’
A day passed by, and then three more and yet again, at night,
the morning star comes up above, with his unmoving light.
In dreams she would remember how tenderly her heart he stole,
and longing for the lord of waves takes over her heart and soul.
‘Oh come to me, Hyperion, glide gently down a beam,
enter my spirit and my mind and over my life gleam.’
As he hears her from the skies, pain extinguishes his light
and the sky begins to circle the place where he turns into night.
In the air red yearning flames the world in their firm grip hold
and a superb form the spasms of the chaos’ valley mould.
Over the dark strands of hair a burning crown seems to ignite,
fuelled by ever-lasting fire of the sun’s eternal light.
Covered by black shroud his marble arms look stale,
he descends sad and deep in thought, his face sunken and pale.
But the large eyes full of wonder shine chimerically deep,
like two sparks of darkness that lonely passions sweep.
‘From my sphere high up above I tore myself drawn to thy sight,
the burning sun is my father, and my mother is the night.
Oh come, my endless love, and thy world leave aside,
I am the morning star from up above and thou shall be my bride.
Into thy long hair I will place crowns of stars from afar,
in my skies high in the spheres thou shall shine brighter than they are.’
‘Oh you are beautiful as only in dreams a demon is revealed,
but the path that you have shown to me forever is sealed.
Deep inside my breast I feel the pain of your distant love’s spurn
and when you thrust your gaze upon me your fierce eyes mine burn.’
‘But how wouldst thou like me to descend? Do thou not see, for do I lie,
that I am of those that have no end, while those like thou must die?’
‘I do not seek elaborate phrases and don’t know how to speak my plea,
for even though your words are clear they are impenetrable to me.
But if you truly want in my glowing love to share,
lower yourself to the ground, by mortality’s rules swear.’
‘Thou ask me to exchange my immortality for a kiss.
Very well; to die I am willing so I can live with thee in bliss.
Yes. I shall be reborn from sin, receive a different creed.
To eternity I am bound, from its grasp release I need.’
And off he goes…he keeps on going. Under love’s commanding sway,
he tears himself from his place up high, flying for many a day.