Thassa, as a beauty,
As a blessed shadow with plenty of soul.
A calm Goddess, as the sea’s water on a windless day.
Kind and warm most of the time.
Like a playful cat,
Changing constantly with grandeur.
But, oh you mortal, fear her furiousness,
And pay attention to her words.
Because one of the days
Shall transform into waves
Shall swallow rocks and souls.
Oceans and Seas,
Make islands disappear.
This queen God, changes the shape,
Oh, you wished only her own.
Even the solid ground falls in despair.
When her army is on march!
Land of Theros,
Land of pride, of pain and sorcery.
Your blood irrigated ground holds all the kinds.
Monstrous, malicious power, and divine powerful Gods.
Your sky houses those fragile creatures, the mortal ones.
Oh, poor terrestrials, always glorifying some insane God.
Too many stories…..
The old diver, the dog, the sea and the clouds….
were fighting for their freedom,
side by side.
Some with magic and some others with swords,
a few others even with magic words,
there was blood too,
and I can say a lot.
But all the creatures fought with soul until the end,
until the sun shut his eyes,
until the rain poured magical water,
to fade the tears from children’s souls,
the blood from papas’ slaughtered hearts,
and that horrible mamas’ pain.
poured some love.
Until kings died,
and queens cried out loud…….”