The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
All Rights Reserved
Chapter Two
Across the void of open space The dreaded Klarons came The Persian moons of Jupiter Were easy worlds to tame The golden ring of Persia’s king Was mounted on a clip Above the console on the bridge Of Jarga’s mothership * The aliens had skins of green Their eyes were scarlet red The only noses on their face Were holes in their head The king himself was something else A beast beyond compare Whose love for war compelled him more To spread it ev’ry where * The Klaron Lord was not adored But what else could be done? The point was moot; he took their loot And then he had his fun This nomad race from outerspace Was wicked at the seam And yet for such they could not touch The ancient ether stream * These paths that ran from planet Earth Were built by men of skill Whose ancient ways had seen their days Whose works persisted still The magic web would never ebb While justice had its hold No pulsing gun could catch the son Who surfed the magic road * But since the moons of Jupiter Had quickly all been sacked The other worlds of humankind Were soon to be attacked The Klaron cruisers grew their fleet With captured Persian ships Whose human crewman now enslaved Would serve on other trips * And so the fight would soon ignite Each orbit of the sun The worlds at rest would face a test For keeping what they won Their stupid wars and petty sores Would never make them strong The only way to save the day Was learn to get along
marialectrix said,
November 30, 2007 at 1:00 am
The point was “moot”, surely?
This is darned good stuff. A Pope or a Swift is just what we need, so I’m glad to be presented with a Schilling.
marialectrix said,
November 30, 2007 at 1:03 am
Oh, and Persia’s king’s ring is above the console, right?
Not that I’d put it past the Klarons to be using a consul as a footrest, of course.
schildan said,
November 30, 2007 at 1:04 am
Whatever I can do to make a good rhyme.
Pope and Swift are actually two of my favorite poets. The third is Dryden, who was admittedly a little bit less exciting than the other two.
I know I make lots of grammatical/verbal errors, so feel free to correct me. Thanks!
Musa Abdul-Aziz Evans said,
April 19, 2008 at 1:24 am
WOW!Masha’Allah.