November 23, 2007 at 8:52 am (random)
The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
All Rights Reserved
Chapter Six
The moments fled, the room was dead
When princess Shelah came
The men who saw her grace those steps
Would never be the same
Her evening gown threw lace around
The sandals that she wore
Her dress embraced a gentle waist
Like none they’d seen before
*
The Roman king in scarlet robes
Sprang lightly to his feet
He gently fixed his signet ring
To let his knuckles meet
He slowly took his helmet off
And gave the girl his arm
His friendly smiles filled the room
With diplomatic charm
*
He walked across the ancient hall
His hand attached to hers
His Latin chin was bold as sin
His hair was soft as furs
For fifty seconds no one spoke,
But stares began to flow
‘Til Marcus with his eyes still raised
Was forced to let her go
*
The Chinese Chen with fourteen men
Advanced across the floor
Each wore a blade with metal made
From Titan’s distant core
His Asian skin was gold yet thin
In lamplight from the walls
He bore a scepter in his hand
Adorned with seven balls
*
The Princess curtsied with respect
And let herself be led
The fourteen warriors formed a line
With Chen still at their head
With tassels starched they slowly marched
Upon the marble stair
They placed a throne of precious stone
And left the princess there
*
Then all the courtiers stood as one
While Shelah took her seat
The Scottish Alfred stood behind
With Travers at her feet
They shifted clockwise on the steps
And took her left and right
Then all the men sat down again
And some began to write
*
The court was open for debate
The ancient torch was lit
Some eighty scribes from different tribes
Engulfed a marble pit
The chronicles they wrote that day
Are valued more than gold
And some still say they hold more sway
Than any story told
