The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
The moonlight in the silver sky Shone down the Scottish glen When Alfred on his loyal steed Came trotting home again A giant hunk whose gnarled trunk Had drunk the dregs of life, Had now come back to face the flack For parting with his wife * Her face was tough as iron bars Her hair was free but gray The strands came down behind her frown And scared his smile away Her dewy brow was ever now Like ivy near her eye The gleam of hope had left the slope That ran her tear-drops dry * “My gentle dove I’m dreaming of, I’ve missed you all these years” She answered him in a voice more grim “I’ve kept the time with tears Each night you lack to come right back I’ve slept with hollow dreams Our ghostly bed has often bred The sleep of midnight screams” * “I know,” he said: “I know although My soul just had to leave My heart as well has tasted hell Without your arms to cleave But now I’m here, through wind and fear, Such slaughter I’ve survived The last of twenty Island men, The only one alive” * “Of course,” she said, “I knew you’d be,” When others’ luck ran out You always were the kind of cur To turn the odds about I did not think that you would fall And yet I can’t deny I’d hoped you’d come home sooner though It meant you had to die” * “But now you’re here so drink your beer And soak your wounds in mud In half a week your sword will squeak From rust and want of blood You’ll soon be gone when trumpet sounds Re-echo through the glen You’ll take that battleaxe of yours And hit the road again.” * And thus she said and so he did And this became a fact He bargained with an Englishman And entered in a pact For brightest gold his arm was sold He left one afternoon That’s how she found her husband bound For passage to the moon
Musa Abdul-Aziz Evans said,
April 19, 2008 at 1:22 am
Masha’Allah!