Post by thegreeks1 on Nov 9, 2007 20:17:11 GMT -5
Wars have come and gone. People have lived and died. However, the immortal gods have remained. Their superior eyes have observed all there was possibly to see. They have bent the fates of men, they have ruined many lives, and they have treated human beings‘ with a strong respect. It is no game, pondering one’s fate from the very beginning, a intellectual task. However, the gods’ try. They bring forth cities, and allow them to thrive. Yet again, they ruin them all over again. For it only takes a instant for a city to burn to the ground, it takes a instant for everything to be ravaged. Fate, is a word that is correctly exclaimed in the lives of men. For its’ very core meaning is one of the future. Yet, the Gods’ decide.
A place where moonshine water glows within the heated rays of the gold sun, slipping down deep into the seas’, where Poseidon resides. A place where the water is so clear, the beaches’ are sanded white, and the sun is heated during the days of warmth. The scenery is thick, luscious, full of rich green. Green, the color of nature, envy, greed. Tumbles of trees’ surround thick mountainsides’ where gray hued boulders’ are seen in between gaps. Mountains climbing high into the frothy blue sky above. However, never competing with the treacherous Mount Olympus, where the Gods’ abide. The stars are seen, throughout the night, the moon echoing through the lands. Pale visions of what is to be the moon, rest upon jagged mountainsides and sleeping cities. Buildings of cities tower above the heads’ of living human beings’, built with particularized architecture. Stone paved roads twist valiantly up crevices of earth.
We say, this was a time so long ago. However, as we look into the past, our eyes instinctively wander with a sudden jolt of interest. We find a place, a place in time in which difference was a virtue. Where the skies shook with thunderbolts’ as Zues lay down his wrath. Where the hunger of love was a sudden passion that torn one‘s heart. Our hunger for this craving of the past, will soon be revived. In a time that was so long ago. So deep into the past, that none of us truly know. A time of Ancient Greece. Where the Greeks ruled.
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A place where moonshine water glows within the heated rays of the gold sun, slipping down deep into the seas’, where Poseidon resides. A place where the water is so clear, the beaches’ are sanded white, and the sun is heated during the days of warmth. The scenery is thick, luscious, full of rich green. Green, the color of nature, envy, greed. Tumbles of trees’ surround thick mountainsides’ where gray hued boulders’ are seen in between gaps. Mountains climbing high into the frothy blue sky above. However, never competing with the treacherous Mount Olympus, where the Gods’ abide. The stars are seen, throughout the night, the moon echoing through the lands. Pale visions of what is to be the moon, rest upon jagged mountainsides and sleeping cities. Buildings of cities tower above the heads’ of living human beings’, built with particularized architecture. Stone paved roads twist valiantly up crevices of earth.
We say, this was a time so long ago. However, as we look into the past, our eyes instinctively wander with a sudden jolt of interest. We find a place, a place in time in which difference was a virtue. Where the skies shook with thunderbolts’ as Zues lay down his wrath. Where the hunger of love was a sudden passion that torn one‘s heart. Our hunger for this craving of the past, will soon be revived. In a time that was so long ago. So deep into the past, that none of us truly know. A time of Ancient Greece. Where the Greeks ruled.
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