November 13, 2007 at 2:34 pm (Literature, Poetry, Poetry Revolution, Sci-Fi, SciFi, Writing, classic poetry, fantasy, fiction, humour, life, poem, random, science fiction, star trek)
The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
All Rights Reserved
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“For those who dare, for those who dare”
These words I dare repeat
For ev’ry time they match a rhyme
Their taste is always sweet
The hope they tell can conquer hell
When days are filled with strife
These fabled themes and fancy dreams
Are pulled from part of life
*
But now the famous warrior-son
Rose up to ransom time
He knew that there was none to spare
To stay would be a crime
He moved his feet in constant beat
Intent to keep his pace
He did not know which way to go
And so he chased his face
*
The princess followed at his back
‘Till both were dry with drought
It was their hope to climb the slope
Before the sun gave out
The harsh demands of rugged sands
Were murder on their toes
The dryness stung their tender tongues
And added to their woes
*
They fought to bridge the final ridge
That kept them from the top
But when at last they made it past
They both were forced to stop
The air was thin: it chilled their skin
Their legs were wobbling slow
For they were right at apex height
With nowhere left to go
*
The snow-filled mound descended down
On either side of them
As Marcus tried to quick decide
His larynx filled with flem
The land was bare and nothing there
Seemed worthy to explore
He wondered how their legs could now
Continue any more
*
He paused to rest and filled his chest
With frigid mountain wind
But Shelah frowned and faced the ground
As if he’d somehow sinned
He said “I know not where to go,
So pardon if I stop,
I can’t go on without a yawn,
Or else I’m due to drop”
*
But as he quipped his footing slipped
And shale gave away
He gave a yelp and called for help,
But slithered far away
His clothes were snagged upon a jag
Atop a gloomy shaft
And hanging there he churned the air
Above the stale draft
*
That moment next as he felt vexed
A mountain goat approached
Despite its age it seemed enraged
Its space had been encroached.
He told it off but as he coughed
It staged a quick revolt
It gave a shrug and with a tug
Expelled with his coat
*
So Caesar Mark that handsome shark
Went falling straight through space
Now upside down he wore a frown
That covered all his face
He yearned to shoot that clumbsy brute
That knocked him in the pit
He swore that when he rose again
He’d roast it on a spit
*
Be as that may there was no way
For him to get it back
As mem’ries flashed his flesh was cast
Into the inky black
In dire need he maxed the speed
For airborne entities
He gave a yell and fell and fell
Into the mountain’s knees
*
But back outside his future bride
Was staring down the rim
With half a thought she formed a plot
To jump right after him
But well she knew this would not do
Her fear of heights was great
On second thought she scrapped her plot
And kneeled down to wait
