The Ballad of Ron Paul: Original Lyrics
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The Ballad of Ron Paul: Brand New Lyrics
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The Ballad of Ron Paul: Original words by my brother
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The Ballad of Ron Paul: Original Song By my brother
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Welcome to the SkyPath Crusade; a history of space travel circa 1100 AD
May 31, 2009 at 3:36 am (art, blogging, Books, culture, entertainment, fantasy, fiction, history, humor, humour, life, Literature, Poetry, random, science, star trek, Writing)
Welcome weary runner of the world’s race. These are the chronicles of the SkyPath Crusade. You are encouraged to stay and read the tale, but consider yourself warned. The story, once told, will haunt you forever.
This epic poem is 20,023 words, 39 chapters, 86 pages, 3,424 lines, and approx. 1700 rhyming pairs long.
The entire account is now posted in chronological order for your convenience. It begins with the following post.
Prologue
February 7, 2008 at 11:16 am (Beowulf, funny poems, funny poetry, humor, humour, science fiction, silly poems, Silly poetry)
The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
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Prologue
Oh, those were the days when boys were men One thousand years ago When the grass was green and the cows were clean And the mountains filled with snow When able knights rode back and forth Across Earth’s dusty face And the very best who passed a test Went straight to outer space * Their ships were built from bygone days With masts and sails so white They knew no fear, they left our sphere For passage through the night On ether streams they sallied forth Across the heavens’ breadth On cratered moons and Martian dunes To die a distant death * They fought with kings and cyber lords When ancient worlds ran dry With watchful sights on meteorites They sparred across the sky They learned to hide in comet dust While fleeing from the fray The only law within the jaw Of half the Milky Way * But his’try now has passed them by For very few returned And tales told grew very old While manuscripts were burned But if our modern probes can spy Their castles still on Mars We’ll then be sure we never were The first ones to the starsChapter One: Scottish Homecoming
December 13, 2007 at 8:02 am (Beowulf, SkyPath Crusade, star trek)
The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
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Chapter One
The moonlight in the silver sky Shone down the Scottish glen When Alfred on his loyal steed Came trotting home again A giant hunk whose gnarled trunk Had drunk the dregs of life, Had now come back to face the flack For parting with his wife * Her face was tough as iron bars Her hair was free but gray The strands came down behind her frown And scared his smile away Her dewy brow was ever now Like ivy near her eye The gleam of hope had left the slope That ran her tear-drops dry * “My gentle dove I’m dreaming of, I’ve missed you all these years” She answered him in a voice more grim “I’ve kept the time with tears Each night you lack to come right back I’ve slept with hollow dreams Our ghostly bed has often bred The sleep of midnight screams” * “I know,” he said: “I know although My soul just had to leave My heart as well has tasted hell Without your arms to cleave But now I’m here, through wind and fear, Such slaughter I’ve survived The last of twenty Island men, The only one alive” * “Of course,” she said, “I knew you’d be,” When others’ luck ran out You always were the kind of cur To turn the odds about I did not think that you would fall And yet I can’t deny I’d hoped you’d come home sooner though It meant you had to die” * “But now you’re here so drink your beer And soak your wounds in mud In half a week your sword will squeak From rust and want of blood You’ll soon be gone when trumpet sounds Re-echo through the glen You’ll take that battleaxe of yours And hit the road again.” * And thus she said and so he did And this became a fact He bargained with an Englishman And entered in a pact For brightest gold his arm was sold He left one afternoon That’s how she found her husband bound For passage to the moonChapter Two: The Klaron Invasion
November 23, 2007 at 9:05 am (thriller)
The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
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Chapter Two
Across the void of open space The dreaded Klarons came The Persian moons of Jupiter Were easy worlds to tame The golden ring of Persia’s king Was mounted on a clip Above the console on the bridge Of Jarga’s mothership * The aliens had skins of green Their eyes were scarlet red The only noses on their face Were holes in their head The king himself was something else A beast beyond compare Whose love for war compelled him more To spread it ev’ry where * The Klaron Lord was not adored But what else could be done? The point was moot; he took their loot And then he had his fun This nomad race from outerspace Was wicked at the seam And yet for such they could not touch The ancient ether stream * These paths that ran from planet Earth Were built by men of skill Whose ancient ways had seen their days Whose works persisted still The magic web would never ebb While justice had its hold No pulsing gun could catch the son Who surfed the magic road * But since the moons of Jupiter Had quickly all been sacked The other worlds of humankind Were soon to be attacked The Klaron cruisers grew their fleet With captured Persian ships Whose human crewman now enslaved Would serve on other trips * And so the fight would soon ignite Each orbit of the sun The worlds at rest would face a test For keeping what they won Their stupid wars and petty sores Would never make them strong The only way to save the day Was learn to get alongChapter Three: Pirate Jim
November 23, 2007 at 9:03 am (Uncategorized)
The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
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