Ajanaku by Sebastian Hills

A man, divine and mortal threads intertwine,

Ajanaku stood, a blend of earth and divine shrine.

From a prideful deity’s favor, his life took its shape,

Under the moon’s soft glow, a future none could escape.

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Gifted with powers, from the sky, forests, and rivers,

A favored son, in the gods’ eyes, he did gleam.

Yet, the gift turned curse, as pride corroded his heart,

From the virtuous path, he chose to depart.

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Everything in their first state,

Noise has polluted the palace gate.

Naked, Ajanaku in his first state,

“Let’s bear our name in our best fate.”

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Tout of a son, “the king tear in tears,

Waste in my name, the king fear in fears.

Let my heart bear the weight, the king speaks in fame,

Let my enemy rejoice,” the king proud in shame.

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Taking what wasn’t his, respect and honor lost,

A lying spirit whispers his soul’s heavy cost.

A ruler meant for greatness, now a tyrant feared,

His legacy, a caution, in whispered tales veered.

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The river goddess has something to say yet but none

The forest spirit dances in disguise, Ajanaku is gone

The sky priest looked down for judgment

His soul waited for rest, Ajanaku is done

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Rest in the square, the night child is resting,

The cloud bears no anger as if nothing is lost.

The throne seeks no heir, for he’s no fitting,

A crown of thorns, his hubris’ unforgiving cost.

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Wake up, wake up, it’s morning

But He’s on his resting night

Wake up, wake up, his mother’s womb is mourning

A fainting lion before the congregation sight

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This is the best end, silence greeted his fall,

A relief whispered among villagers, one and all.

Yet, this tale’s echo, a lesson it imparts,

Pride and power dance, a warning to all hearts.

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We weave this not as a tale of gloom or glory sought,

But a reminder, within us, the same battles are fought.

May Ajanaku’s story guide us in the light,

To choose humility over pride, to make our spirits bright.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

The poem tells the story of Ajanaku, a man gifted with divine powers from the gods, which leads him to become proud and misuse his abilities. Initially celebrated, Ajanaku’s pride distances him from his true purpose, turning him into a tyrant who takes from others without remorse. Despite warnings from the king his father, the goddess of the river, the Sky gods, and the forest gods, he continues on a path of destruction, eventually losing the respect and fear of his people. His story ends in solitude and regret, serving as a cautionary tale about the dangers of pride and the importance of humility and kindness.

DISCLAIMER

The characters, including Ajanaku, and any deities mentioned in this poem are entirely fictional creations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real-world cultures and religious practices is purely coincidental and not intended. This work of art is a product of the author’s imagination, designed for entertainment and reflective purposes only.

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