[soldierofayris]

I wrote a mythology based on greek allegory and 19th century Romantic atmosphere and symbolist theory.
It was mainly written as a sculptor, these images are intended for classical depiction, also for oil paintings for instance.
English is not my first language, however a professionally edited version is available. Text sumbitted here is not edited. Even if i deserve it, does one really need to fence about technicalities and never for once actually use any possible empathy for imaginary universes in this day?
I don't think these kind of ideas will come across to anyone here really, the general population seems rather modern and neo avant garde, very dear to the ideas of irony and sarcastic scepticism over most things.
I'll just post, I'm always going to be surprised no matter what.
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Allegory of inspiration.

A war of muse, one sky of fire and fierce army’s stream violantly into one another, beneath it is one gorge, an obscure canyon with a black river, in it knights escort one muse of melancholy. the knights battle eachother as they drift deeper into the canyon,…
The river turns a black ocean, as the last knights die out, the muse is now alone, and cries, in her tear, runing in a long river far away grows the imaginary world,...

Allegory of creation
In the imaginary world a kiss is staged of two Goddesses, out of the kiss grows matter, and the world. Hethis the Spirit God of imagination condemns the Goddesses that staged the kiss...

Allegory of imagination.
Axis the patron of the imagination is locked behind a gate, with a horde of Taurus, Bulls and bisons, she is later set free by a daughter born out of the tear of the first muse, Nhaevrael, she drifted trough the ocean, seduced by a singing, and called back by her sisters not to fall prey to the songs of the gate, Nhaevrael will arrive at the gate and open it by touching a set of strings, of a lyre crafted into the gate, the gate rips open and Nhaevrael is run over by the stampede bursting trough the gate...

Allegory of dreams.
Helix and Antihelix each in their turn petrified into marble statues each to mourn over the other and wake, as the other sleeps in the stone.

Allegory of perception.
Ayris, is thrown behind the walls and endowed to hold matter, she is the guardian of perception, holds reality so ones mind does not cave in, into the darkness behind it.

These four Goddess form the equation of the senses that hold matter.


There is the war over the soul and venom of the poets between Melancholy, of grief and woe, and The Goddess of hate; the Goddess of creativity and passion, called Hethred,... Hethred, seperated from Melancholy, by the matter grown out of their kiss, longeus still for melancholy, and treats and punishes the world as an unwanted creation, antimother as she is, her womb is of acid, a black widow spider lives there, and crawls to her stumoch and out of her mouth, to weave hethreds daughters.


The poets strong will, embodied in a poetesse that offended Hethred, cursed to turn to rats, cats and serpents, now drink blood from Hethreds daughters to stop them turning into animals, for this they hold salons on earth, to attract her daughters with grotesque and sublime decorative beauty.

There is a muse ELhende born deep in a well, in a land where visiters to this land petrify, only few reach this well. Ellendeh, she learns to whisper and dream in her solitude, she is picked up by a carriadge lowered in the well, carried by demons, she is flown to somber swamps to a temple, where one poet, Alas, writes down her whispers and visions...
Alas, taken away his army for Hethreds concerns reality would grow and they would build newer worlds, breaks the sword to lead the Rothhalm army inprisoned at the center of the earth, born king, now he becomes a poet, he writers poems to seduce all the Angels of the northern continent, and fails.

The world ascends in obscurity as the light behind the mountains grow dim. The people of this ailing civilisation, built a giant column with a statue of an old king, cast out of all silver swords of ancient aristocracy, having surrendered their power, the light of the column reflects high up the light behind the mountains of Exepher.

All the elder arts this newer civilisation has hauled to a swamp land, where also the wise and muse rest.

Allegory of irony and horniness.
Hethred out of jealousy banishes all men out of heaven by burning her apple gardens, and has an angel seduce Exether, the angel when seduced Exether again flees the underworld, trough outrage over the deception now with her sword of ice Exerther chases in anger all men down to earth, and irradicates any that may have left behind.
An army of Hethred is trapped in an arena made into a dungeon, pounding on the walls, at the center in a valley, at the outer rim of the world she had built a wall once more, trapped possibility and vision behind it, in greatest deserts and wastelands.