November 12, 2007 at 10:14 am (Poetry, Sci-Fi, SciFi, Writing, fantasy, fantasy poetry, fiction, humor, life, narrative verse, random, science fiction, star trek)
The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
All Rights Reserved
Chapter Twenty-Six
Upon the weathered crest they lay
How long? They did not know
But Mark was first to clamber forth
And take a glance below
He found that they were near the peak
The Martians called the horn
Whose ancient ash had turned to glass
When Mars had just been born
*
He then approached the sacred spot
Where princess Shelah lay
Her eyes still danced as if the trance
Had stole her soul away
But when he grabbed her in his arms
And kissed her rosy cheek
She pressed her lips against his mouth
And never let him speak
*
But as their moistened lips combined
A great event took place
A mound of clay began to sway
Before their very face
It stood up right in broad daylight
Before they counted five
And as they stared its skin repaired
And quickly came alive
*
Then Caesar Mark the bold and dark
Approached the living thing
He had no doubt both in and out
This person was the king
His soul was glad to see his Dad
Who perished yester year
The friend who’d left his soul bereft
At least for now was here
*
“O pater I have much to say,”
-His father smiled wide-
“So much has changed and been arranged
Since ‘ere the day you died
There’s been a war and what is more
I’ve found the girl to be,
My heart and pride, my cherished bride,
To share my life with me.”
*
“I know,” the aged man replied,
“I know what you have done
I often tell those rats in hell
I’m proud that you’re my son
For unlike us they’ve put their trust
In what they thought was might
But you and I were glad to die,
For what we knew was right”
*
“And that is why you’ve brought me nigh
I know the weight you bear
Your heart is brave it wants to save
The ones for whom you care
It’s hard to choose which parts to lose
When all your heart is strained
But you must plan to understand
That choices are ordained”
*
“For now at last it’s come to pass
The visions are fulfilled
You’ve ventured forth to raise from earth
My body which was killed
You know that from this fateful day,
You’ll die to save your peers
That in return for what you learn
You’ll lose some forty years”
*
“But now my son make haste and run
To find the thing you seek
It lurks below the ice and snow
That sits upon this peak
The quirks of chance will guide your pants
Each time you think you’re stuck
The pleasant charm of heaven’s arm
Will make it seem like luck”
*
When this was said he bowed his head
And waved a quick goodbye
His skin and bone turned back to stone
And vanished in the sky
But Caesar Mark the young and dark
Was glad to watch him leave
For now he knew the truth was true
For those who dare believe.
SchilKat said,
November 13, 2007 at 1:58 am
You didn’t tell me you were engaged! Who is it? Tweet tweet?
schildan said,
November 13, 2007 at 4:21 am
You haven’t met her. 143.