November 23, 2007 at 9:00 am (Uncategorized)
The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
All Rights Reserved
Chapter Four
A hundred million leagues away
Upon the moon of Earth
The council of united worlds
Had met for all its worth
They all agreed they must impede
The alien attacks
With candor bold their blades were pulled
From all the others’ backs
*
The Roman king of rosy Mars
Presumed to be in charge
But China’s chief from Saturn’s reef
Was also still at large
The two of them had not been friends
And now with Persia gone
They had to know who had control
Before they’d get along
*
Their lesser peers from other spheres
We’re equally enraged
For they’d be first to face the worst
When battle was engaged
They had no heart to play the part
Of nonessential pawns
Whose weak abode would soon implode
Between the giants’ yawns
*
Upon this sticky stage of doom
The course of fate seemed clear
The council in its present state
Was choked by hate and fear
Then from the shadows of the room
A hefty hulk arose
The very air began to tear
And half the nobles froze
*
The giant was an Englishman
Whose name was Travers Grey
With such a voice they had no choice
But hear what he would say
He gave a yell that cracked a bell
And shattered half the cups
The jousting joes assumed the pose
Of lactose-drinking pups
*
“A curse on you, you motley crew,
I’ve witnessed many things
I’ve seen such rub in many ‘a pub
But not a court of kings
Your proudest guys have drunken eyes
Your leader is a sot
I came through space to witness grace
And this is what I got”
*
“They told me I would see great things
Within these halls of mirth
The remnant of each golden dream
That vanished from the Earth
I find instead, the world I fled,
Is never far behind
The human race from Earth to space
Is sick, demented, blind!”
