A Relic of Atlantis

Far beneath the ocean deep
Where Hydra lurked and fish now sleep
A relic of Atlantis waits
To travel up from Hades’ gates

For once it was the scourge of men
And there it waits to be again
Into the deep it once was cast
Into the deep, the deepest past

When gods came down and cursed mankind
With offspring that they left behind
From daughters of Creation torn
A hybrid race of giants born

Their numbers grew, they built a kingdom,
And vowed to all from God their freedom
Their island capital – an Eye
That stared in menace at the sky

They raped and murdered, robbed and ruled
They sinned and slandered, tricked and fooled
Humanity was soon replaced
Adam’s sons almost erased

Then in a moment God descended
From damnation, he defended
The Creation from corruption —
The earth exploded with eruption

Water poured from up and down
And then the wicked ones did drown
An ark of life preserved the rest
Of those good whom God had blessed

The usurpers’ king with God did match
And the Lord of Hosts did him dispatch
By ripping from his fist a spear,
A three-pronged tool that all did fear

The devils were next locked away
In Hell awaiting Judgment Day
The city where they lived wiped clean
From Earth – as though it’d never been

But left behind were rebel traces
For those who search in darkest places
Ancient evil sorceries
And offspring, too, God’s forgeries

The remnant who survived the Flood
Retained corruption in their blood
The evil hybrid race returned
And God once more by them was spurned

New Rephaim dwelled within Canaan
Where some there built alters to Dagan
But though they were vicious and bold
The Holy Land they could not hold

Though dead, the giants’ souls remain
To possess hosts, as theirs were slain
Wraiths who seek to dominate,
Through human flesh they infiltrate

Now lurking demons search the waves
The desert sands and deepest caves
They also search through earth’s dark mud
For bones to clothe with flesh and blood

Most of all they seek a key
To unlock immortality
Neptune’s defeat his trident cost
Somewhere deep and dark is lost

It is the tool to unlock hell
To free the rebels from their cell
To wage again the war of old
To rage as it has been foretold

Far beneath the ocean deep
Where Hydra lurked and fish now sleep
A relic of Atlantis waits
To travel up from Hades’ gates

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When I first published this, I was reading The Hobbit. After ingesting The Misty Mountains Cold, I was inspired to try writing something that tells a story about a powerful, lost ancient relic.

On the whole, I’m happy with it. It still needs some work, though. I could probably make some minor changes and smooth out the meter. Also, on its own, it feels too long and that it’s doing too much info dump. But maybe if you planted something like this in the middle of a book, wherein this story is already kind of known to the Reader, then it probably works better.

The poem above is kind of an amalgamation of established history, religious history, mythology, and apparently also the movie Aquaman (though I didn’t really realize the last until I was well into the writing.) I hope this goes without saying, but in case it does not, I am not trying to make any serious claims about a correlation between a potentially real “pre Great Flood” Atlantis, the plot of the movie Aquaman, ancient giants, the idea of pantheons being related to the Bible’s account of The Watchers, etc. It’s just a story. I’m definitely not trying to offend anyone.

That said, it is fascinating how widely we see tridents depicted in the various pantheons stretching from India to Rome. In India, Shiva carries a trishula (trident.) In Greece, Poseidon carries it. In Rome, Neptune wields it. The Hittite weather-god Teshub is depicted wielding a thunderbolt that looks very trident-like. In Taoism, there is also a trident, though it is more symbolic than weaponish (it represents the Three Pure Ones.) There are many other such examples and scholars will tell you that as all of these pantheons and related ideas are offspring of the Proto-Indo European pantheon… and that traces of the original beliefs survived and were carried forward as those beliefs evolved over time in various localities.

If mankind ever does find a 12,000 year old trident at the bottom of the ocean, I’d advice everyone to leave it where it lies and definitely to avoid using it. Odds are that it will end up on display in the British Museum.