Frixos

Before reason and order reigned supreme,

There was a wandering star in the sky, called — Frixos.

Unlike the stars in their rigid flight,

It flares, then fades,

A fleeting spark in endless night,

Falling or rising at will.

Frixos was keeper of order’s thread

Ensuring the alternation of day and night, the cycles of the seasons.

However, by nature, he was mischievous,

Boundless, reckless, free of role

A fire within, untamed, untold,

Urging him toward acts too bold—

To set the stars alight at noon,

To race on rivers before the frost bloomed,

To burst into halls where fates were spun,

Shattering silence, mocking the sun.

The gods, in anger, rose and swore,

And warned him thus:

“Defy us once, and fate shall favor you no more.”

But laughing, he heeded none,

Still bound to impulse, lost to sun.

He gazed upon the world below,

Where men wove paths both meek and slow.

Measuring steps, afraid to fall,

And he grew weary of it all.

So he wove a change, a fateful thread—

He tore the thread in the hands of the goddess of fate.

Sent the wavering fisherman,

Leaping headlong where waters run.

A poet,blurt out satirical verses before the king.

Cried verses bold before the might.

A farmer, starved, yet bound by land,

Cast it aside with empty hands.

The gods in fury cast him high,

“Now roam forever in the sky,

A vagrant light, a fleeting sigh.”

“Each time you near the world below,

A mortal mind shall lose control,

Driven to acts they cannot know.”

Thus Frixos wandered, lost to fate,

Bound to no course, no destined state.

Each time he blazed, the earth would quake—

Someone on earth would make an astonishing move without warning.

Someone would abandon everything, wishing to return to the past;

Someone would suddenly confess;

Someone would cut their long hair,

And jump into a stranger’s car.