November 4, 2007 at 12:48 pm (American poem, Poetry, Sci-Fi, Writing, epic poetry, fantasy, fantasy poetry, fiction, life, narrative poetry, random, reviews, science fiction, science fiction poetry, scifi series, star trek)
The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
All Rights Reserved
Chapter Twenty-Three
Throughout the night the air was bright
With firework grenades
The orphan girl observed a drill
Of Marcus’ best brigades
The food she ate seemed more than great
From living on the curb
Her welcome feast to say the least
Was perfectly superb
*
For sev’ral days the grand displays
Continued near the dome
It seemed indeed they might exceed
The height of ancient Rome
The city’s core cried out for more
They partied to the leas
But in the slums they shook their thumbs
At all the revelries
*
But Caesar Mark was feeling dark
To see them make such waste
He told his corps to plan for war
And work with double haste
His soul was seared that no one feared
The Klaron barricade
He had a vibe That Jarga’s tribe
Was planning to invade
*
The Chinese Chen with all his men
Assured him they were set
To fight beside the Romans’ pride
When battle lines were met
His fifteen craft patrolled the draft
That orbited in space
And those on land would make their stand
Upon the planet’s face
*
And Travers Grey from London’s bay
Was also set to kill
And brother Alf his sullen self
Was ready for a thrill
The English knights had set their sights
On cleaving Klaron skulls
They hoped to pin some Klaron skin
As trophies on their hulls
*
But Caesar Mark was slow to hark
to sudden calls to arms
A fatal blow concocted slow
Will always do more harm
He told his crews to send more news
Of battle incidents
To counteract their current lack
Of good intelligence
*
His nights and days became a haze
Of planning for the war
Each new report seemed awful short
He always wished for more
But in the night he took respite
In watching Dinah sleep
He hoped that when she woke again
Her gentle dreams would keep
*
As darkness loomed her cozy room
Became his nightly haunt
He left the malls and crowded halls
When fears began to taunt
He’d sit and stare upon a chair
Or listen by the door
It made him glad when days were bad
To hear his daughter snore
*
It gave him hope to see her grope
The blanket by her chest
It made him proud she hugged the shroud
That bore his fam’ly crest
If covers slipped below her hip
He quickly pulled them up
And if she coughed while breathing soft
He filled her water cup
*
For ‘hours on end he watched her wend
Her way through happy dreams
His beating heart was pulled apart
By little, smiling, beams
But thoughts of woe began to grow
That made his bosom sore
He thought what fate she might await
If he should lose the war
*
He wondered when the time would end
Before his foes advance
Each moment lost could quickly cost
His world its final chance
This simple fact devoid of tact
Harassed him with its clout
It’s probing prong inquir’d how long
Until his time ran out
*
So ev’ry day it ate away
Like cancer at its host
Until he knew he had to do
The thing he feared the most
He took a nap then found a map
And charted out a course
That very night he planned his flight
Upon his royal horse
