November 8, 2007 at 9:32 pm (Poetry, Sci-Fi, SciFi, Silly poetry, Writing, fantasy, fantasy poetry, fiction, funny poems, humor, life, random, reviews, science fiction, star trek)
The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
All Rights Reserved
Chapter Twenty-Five
The gentle touch that meant so much
Was felt on both their tongues
With sighs of rest they breathed the breath
That left each other’s lungs
But Caesar Mark, the young and dark,
Was quick to back away
For well he knew his love so true
Could wait another day
*
He bade her stand and took her hand
And helped her to her steed
She stopped to wait beyond the gate
And let him take the lead
Then as he’d planned they crossed the land
That led into the plain
But at the mouth they headed south
Into a mountain chain
*
Throughout the night they made their flight
Where few but gypsies roam
The Martian air was thinner there;
The soil turned to loam
They rode so high into the sky
That both began to yawn
Though eyeballs hurt they stayed alert
‘Till twilight turned to dawn
*
At break of day the ground gave way
And started to descend
They had to forge a jagged gorge
With lava at one end
Beyond its edge they climbed a ledge
Where air was filled with soot
They then unhorsed now being forced
To make their way on foot
*
As muscles strained it gently rained
Upon the stricken land
The Roman king was forced to cling
The princess by the hand
Both numb and cold they had to hold
Each other very close
They gladly used this new excuse
To snuggle in their clothes
*
For many yards they dodged the shards
Of pointy jagged rocks
Until at last they reached a pass
Above the flying hawks
They squeezed between a small ravine
That ended by a door
Whose inward depths resolved in steps
That formed a rocky floor
*
A pillared room began to loom
With torches on the walls
The trembling two walked straight into
The dazz’ling crystalled halls
Their ghostly glitter scared the king
So much he inward swore
He did not know his lovely beau
Had seen its like before
*
She watched the way the patterns fell
In globes of purest white
The thoughts returned of how they burned
One fateful anxious night
They seemed to grow like flakes of snow
That ripen in the air
Whose fall through space creates a lace
For each of them to wear
*
But as they looked the castle shook
And rocks began to fall
And then the light became so bright
They could not see at all
They heard the snapping crackling sound
That’s made when atoms fray
Their souls were frisked and they were whisked
Five hundred leagues away
*
Condensed like glue their spirits flew
Across the Martian crust
Their heightened sense was so intense
They saw each grain of dust
They saw the lice on tiny mice
That scampered in the huts
They saw the worms that writhed and squirmed
Between the wagon ruts
*
But soaring high through purple sky
Their hearts were saved from fear
For softer words were never heard
Upon their inner ear
They quickly knew the words were true
That both of them were blest
For angels wings would swiftly bring
Them safely to their quest
*
So when they stopped their souls were dropped
A hundred feet through air
Until they meshed within their flesh
That already was there
Awake, alive, they had survived
An out of body trek
But still the trip had left them sick
As if they’d passed through heck
