I've been lurking at some poetry forums lately and decided to participate in a weekly contest (this week, anyhow) at Poetsanctuary. The challenge this week was to "Create a legend, myth, or fairytale about falling stars."
Here's my original attempt, called "Somethin' Scorchin." Don't be too harsh!
One September morning before light of dawn
The stars in the heavens a’ twinkling,
A shriek from above to which all eyes were drawn
A streak through the dotted black, crinkling
Then, “BOOM,” stirring suddenly all those around
Who rushed to the place where it landed
The fauna departed, quite scared from the sound,
And villagers answers demanded
“BEHOLD!” came a bellowing voice from the throng,
“For this is the promise delivered!
See shining there darkly, as sought for so long,
A piece of our heaven unquivered!”
Clad greatly in robes of all colors and cloth
Forward strode a grand figure, majestic
The bearer of promises, fortunes, and wroth,
‘Twas he who ruled all things domestic
“I say,” dared this king, “that today marks the time
Our people shall finally flourish!
For this piece of heaven, cast down from above,
Our lands shall allow us to nourish!”
With this proclamation, the king, he then knelt,
And bowed his head til he was prostrate,
And, touching it gently, the king a burn felt,
Causing townsfolk to call him apostate!
The land, it did prosper, the people as well,
The stone from the heavens respected,
‘Twas thought that the king had been tainted by hell--
The burning these evils rejected
This black piece of heaven still sits to this day
And people still seek out its fortune
But children are warned not to touch it at play
Or heaven will send something scorchin’!