Showing posts with label Legends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Legends. Show all posts
The Princess of Mount Ledang (Legend)
9:40 PM |

"Forest Fairy" "Forest" "Forest Lady" "Forest Princess"

At the eastern border of Malacca,
on Mount Ledang peak,
There once lived a princess whose
beauty, urged men to seek,
Surrounded by jungle, bamboo,
river, creeper and creek,
Reaching Mount Ledang was a
journey, hazardous and bleak.

“Stay away, men or forfeit your life
I belong to no-one, I’m nobody’s wife.”

"Tiger" "Forest Tiger"

"Princess" "Animated Fairy" "Glitter Fairy" "Glitter Princess"
Image : glitter-graphics.com
Tigers roamed free, growling, as
around her domain they stalked,
Fairy-like women watched over
her as in her garden she walked,
She possessed magical powers,
they say, strong and unflawed,
She could be at any place in an
instant, of her own accord.

“Stay away, intruders, dangers lurk,
Of spirits and beasts, rivers and murk.”

"Forest Wallpaper" "Forest Lady" "Fantasy Wallpaper"

"Fairy" "Forest Lady" "Fantasy"The Sultan of Malacca craved for her,
as sleepless nights he spent, 
Heard his people talk of her elusive
beauty everywhere he went,
She would his consort be and their
fame spread in limitless extent,
His warriors, among them faithful
Hang Tuah, on this errand he sent.

“Stay away, sovereign, cool your desire,
Your kingdom forfeit if you irk my ire.”

"Forest Journey" "Quest" "warriors"

"Strong warrior"
Image : glitter-graphics.com
The hostile terrain, the courageous
warriors plundered through, 
And anything that stood in his way,
with his kris, Hang Tuah slew,
Till at last they reached the palace
where scented flowers grew,
When they heard the princess’ demands
their faces changed hue.

“Stay away, warriors, you’ll rue the day
For daring to enter my abode, to disarray.” 

"Forest wallpaper" "Forest of gold" "golden bridge" "fantasy wallpaper"

Two bridges, of silver and of gold,
the king built at her command, 
"heart" "Glitter heart" "animated heart" "love"An earthenware of mosquito blood,
was collected at her demand,
A pail, filled to the brim with tears of
virgins, was placed in her hand,
Her last request, that the king, his son’s
bloodied heart, to her he send.

“Stay awake, prince, in your father’s safe bed,
Woe! When a son’s blood, a sire dares shed.” 

"Sleeping boy black and white" "Sleeping b&w" "sleeping"

The king watched; his sleeping heir was
unaware of the mortal danger nearby,
The sword shook in his grasp, the king
took a step back, with a wrenching cry,
He had come to his senses, he could not
plunge his sword in and let his son die,
"Glitter fairy" "Animated fairy" "Glitter princess"Suddenly, the princess in all her beauty
appeared before the king’s very eye.

“Stay away, King! I'll not wed at your request,
Even if you had fulfilled my every test.”

So, they say, the princess disappeared,
her abode was never found,
Where Hang Tuah went no-one knows,
he did not return to Malacca town,
His magic kris, with its powers, he threw
into the waters underground,
Till today, men have searched for mystical
trails and kris but nothing is abound.

"Fantasy forest"

“Stay away, fortune-hunters, leave us be,
We’ve found bliss in the myths of history.” 

6 Nov 2008

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The Reaper's Ride
7:04 PM |

The motorcyclist zooms in and out,
he rides dangerously fast,
Like a daredevil from hell he tears by,
the wind whizzes past,
The reaper is out to get the cool guy,
the die has been cast,
Though that guy has luck on his side,
it is not going to last,
Although it seems he is getting away,
one day he'll bite the dust.

"Reaper" "Motor" "Motorbike" "Motorcycle" "Motorcyclist" "Reaper out to get the Motorcyclist"

The reaper floats by the biker’s side,
he is ready to strike,
Has to get his job done and move on,
a job he may not like,
He knows he doesn’t have to wait long
for a guy on a fast bike,
Ain't like a sick old man, a tough nut
who’d yell ‘take a hike’,
A young and reckless teen is easy bait,
he’s just a little tike.  

"Reaper" "Motor" "Motorbike" "Motorcycle" "Motorcyclist" "Reaper out to get the Motorcyclist"

The reaper watches, biding his time,
his scythe in his hand,
The guy not knowing his life is short,
his ways he doesn’t mend, 
"Reaper" "Motor" "Motorbike" "Motorcycle" "Motorcyclist" "Reaper out to get the Motorcyclist" "Halloween"Then one night racing with his friends,
he speeds round a bend, In the glare of the oncoming car he sees
the reaper make his stand,
Too late, as his past flashes before him,
his time comes to an end.

2 Sept 2010

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A Storm of Greek Gods
11:06 AM |

"Greek" "God" "War" "God War" "Battle" "Greek God Battle" "God Battle"

Apollo with his long golden mane of sun rays
And Helios, the god of light with a radiant face,
Knew it was time to stay away for they did see
Gods gather; that Poseidon from the sea set free. 


"Greek" "God" "Apollo" "Poseidon" "Helios"

Battle games across the skies the gods planned
For King Zeus and his Hera to watch entranced,
An hour, a day or a week the tempest could run
Athena, of justice, she’d decide the victory won.


"Greek" "God" "Athena" "Zeus" "Hera" "Zeus and Hera"

Aeolus, king of the winds, tethered his four reins
Boreaus, Notus, Eurus and Zephyrus, in restrain,
Strong winds that were keenly wresting to blow
Fearful havoc on the puny human beings below.


"Greek" "God" "Aeolus"

Anemoi, violent storm demons joined in the fray
Hecatroncheires, gods of hurricanes also did play,
Cyclops, forger of lightning and thunder was ready
With his blades of steel and roar he stood steady. 



The demons unleashed their wrath round the world
The gods laughed in glee as fury and rage unfurled.
As Ouranos, in the sky turned it black and dreary
Gaia, his consort, of earth, lay helpless in his fury.


'Greek" "God" "Ouranos" "Gaia"

The creatures below the soil croaked and cried
In defiance, fear or thanks it was hard to decide,
The feeble humans tottered on legs frail and weak
As trees were felled and rooftops began to leak. 


"Greek God Battle" "Fight" "Poseidon Attack"

A few days later the gods and demons grew tired
Aurae, gentle nymphs breezed by, the storm abated,
The cloud nymphs, Nephelae, let rain fall on earth
For goddesses of fertility to nurture plants with birth. 


"Greek" "God" "Nephelae"

Iris painted beams of colour with Helios’ sunlight
As Nyx waited nearby to draw her curtains of night,
Where was Thor, god of thunder, his might sought
As god of the Norsemen he was in the lands up north.


"Greek" "God" "Nyx" "Iris" "Thor"
 
20 May 2010

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Hang Tuah, Malacca's Warrior (Legend)
8:14 PM |

Hang Tuah was a courageous warrior in Malacca town,
With four fierce warrior friends, he made it world-renown. 
Pirates who plied the straits, bringing terror to sailing vessels
Were cut down by the rapier keris of Malacca’s five vassals.

So Malacca reigned in the 15th Century with no fear of threat,
Wealth from spices, gold and tin - who could surpass that?

"ships", "ancient ships", "sailing vessels"

Tuah, Jebat, Lekiu, Lekir and Kasturi – skilled in self-defence,
It was Hang Tuah they chose, to lead them in combating stance,  
Though Hang Jebat equalled Hang Tuah in strength and valour,
He gave in to him for he loved him like his own blood-brother.

Malacca watched her five loyal sons fighting evil and strife
With their courage and truth, it was they who gave her life.

"battle", "silat"
Image courtesy of Jennifer Ellison / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

The Sultan lorded over the people with grand splendour,
The prime minister oversaw peace with dignified grandeur,
The country was in good hands they knew, who’d dare attack,
Business a-flourishing, no thievery, no gang-fights, no slack.

So Malacca, at its zenith of power, blossomed in great form,
Little realizing its tranquility was like calm before a storm.

"sea", "sailing vessels", "vessels", "sailing", "village"

Then one day it happened, Hang Tuah provoked the Sultan’s ire,
“Off with his head”, the king commanded to his prime minister, 
who trembled with foreboding horror, as he had news of an enemy 
waiting with guns and cannons, along the Malaccan sea. 

Malacca mourned, as her child was sent off to be sentenced,
For love of his homeland, in truth and courage he had spoken.

Image : http://www.deviantart.com/

Hang Jebat ran amok; he attacked the palace in angry desperation,
No warrior could fight him; he slashed away their life in aggression,
“If only Hang Tuah is still alive”, cried the frightened Sultan,
“He could have prevented the carnage, the deaths and devastation”. 

Malacca cried, her soul wrenched apart, her strength slowly ebbing,
Two of her greatest warriors down, her weary heart a-bleeding.
Image : http://kay-nua.deviantart.com/

The minister then disclosed a secret, Hang Tuah he did not kill,
He was hidden in a cave, honing his silat, a self-defence skill.
Hang Tuah appeared before the king, prepared to fight with honour,
While Hang Jebat gazed at his friend with happiness and wonder.

It was a sad day indeed for Malacca to see her children in combat,
Both weary, one was going down, as his strength began to ebb.

"silat", "fight", "martial arts"
Image : http://1x.com/photos/

As Hang Jebat’s breathing waned, he could not understand why.
He had done all to avenge his friend who'd been condemned to die,
With tears in his eyes, Hang Tuah held Hang Jebat’s hand,
“My loyalty is first to king,” he said, “then only to family and friend”. 

Thus, when friend vanquishes friend, through pain of death, 
A kingdom loses its will to survive, it takes its last breath.

"Hang Tuah Mural"
A bronze mural of Hang Tuah exhibited at the National History Museum, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Source : http://en.wikipedia.org/


6 Sept 2008


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The Story of Mahsuri (Legend)
7:10 PM |

"beautiful island" "island" "green island" "eagle flying over island" "sea and island" "sea" "beautiful sea scene"

The island lay jewel-green in the deep tropical sea,
The eagles came to nest on the hills above the valley.

In a village, where thatched roofs faced the open sky,
springs gushed free and well-waters were never dry,
Mahsuri lived in this land where beautiful eagles flew,
On Langkawi Island, where casuarina trees grew.


"Countryside", "Country", "Kampung"


The eagles, they spread their wings, reigning free,
The people below watched, with joyous simplicity.

A maiden so fair, she took your very breath away,
Many a warrior would have braved a tiger, to slay,
Betrothed to a fearless headman whom she did adore,
Alas! He was sent off to Siam to win his king a war.

The eagles above screamed aloud in screeching discord,
They tried to warn of treachery, of a blood-red sword,

Mahsuri was left alone, to await her hero’s return,
He had promised her his eternal love and protection.
A minstrel strolled by the village, his voice full of emotion,
He sang of man’s heroic deeds, she stayed behind to listen.

The eagles watched from the hills, the scene below,
Of impending disaster, their instincts told them so.

A kinswoman found Mahsuri’s beauty a massive threat,
which would end, she knew, with this maiden’s death.
Summoning the elders, she announced the heinous crime,
Proof of Mahsuri’s infidelity, was her lost track of time. 

"Fire", "Smoke", "Field", "Smoky field"

The ’langs saw burning fields and impending woe,
They needed to flee from the island, they had to go.

Mahsuri and her lover were dragged to a public square,
Bound, and accused of a union they didn’t share.
She declared her innocence, but no-one heard her cries,
The swordsman, he, nonchalantly sharpened his knives.

No-one knows what happened to the eagles that day,
The helangs started to leave their nest, to fly away.

As the keris plunged in, Mahsuri cursed in hopeless anger,
“This land will rot and burn for seven generations or forever”,
As blood gushed out, it shocked the onlookers at the site,
As proof of her innocence, it spurt out pure-white.

As she breathed her last, the lone eagle screamed up high,
No birds could be seen flying above, in the blood-red sky.

The land was strewn with horrific wars, strife and decay,
Rice fields and beaches were left to burn, the enemy to delay.
For seven generations, gloom settled on the eagles’ land,
sea waters remained clear, no footprints on the black sand.

These were bad times for the people there, sad to say
The helangs disappeared, they continued to stay away.

"Tractor on Field", "Meadow", "Lush fields"

Seven generations have passed, Langkawi is coming alive,
Machines grind on the hills, the land is starting to thrive,
Beaches are criss-crossed with footprints of smiling people,
Stalls and malls side by side, shopping made simple.

"Eagle flying", "The eagle has landed"Good times have come to this land, glad to say
The eagles are returning to the island, to stay.

30 July 2008

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