May 17, 2016

The Slavery

The hand enwrapped in flesh of white,
The handle thick of leathern twine,
The buckled boots of fabrics fine;
The figure of all Western might.

They built a creature out of sweat,
Of fingers pricked and households split,
And on it their own trappings fit,
And in it looming terror set.

It walked the fields, it bedded mud --
The Slavery its taken name;
It roamed and to all countries came
On roads of dirt and sea and blood.

It carried but a heavy glass,
And traveled to each toiling man
Of former standing in his clan,
Each woman, boy, and budding lass,

To show them what they had become,
But never what they were before,
So might their skin in cloth it wore
Be struck in mind and make it numb --

Alas, it would in this succeed,
Its victims rendered as a herd
That follows Master, speaks no word
Of protest, lest they know the reed,

For now their sund'ring they beheld,
Recalling home beyond the tide,
Their people, land, and sated pride
Undone, their very spirits felled.

They labored at their lord's command
To harvest, serve, to wait on those
Who, at the market, they had chose,
As beasts that could on two legs stand

The Slavery but showed their loss,
And never wracked or whipped or stung,
So they of woe and torment sung
To white men as their foes emboss,

But all the while, that monstrous fiend
Pranced 'round and chuckled in its play,
The truest villain hid from they

It tortured with their image gleaned.

The Wisdom of a King

"I tremble in the shadow, lord,
Thick-thrown upon the land and crown,
To so report, as loyal ward;
The kingdom crumbles down!
The kingdom crumbles down,
In ruin black and brown!"


"Indeed, the daemon we oppose
Gluts heartily on kin and beast.
With each corpse eaten, yet it grows;
A foul and evil feast!
A foul and evil feast,
Of which we know the least!"


"My counsel, if you grant it, sire:
Here champions dwell, each fit of frame,
Who answer ernest pleas and dire;
If they to court now came!
If they to court now came,
That fiend their might would tame!"


"Alas, though plain in word, a quest
Would forfeit yet our swiftest scout,
And blood would muffle his behest;
The daemon skulks about!
The daemon skulks about,
Collapsing plans in doubt!"


"Not so! The creature reaves away,
In countries far from heroes' homes;
Your hand must not this idle stay;
It elsewhere distant roams!
It elsewhere distant roams,
To sunder other loams!"


"But, though we could those sword-arms bring,
They battle in distinct their spheres;
They bow apart before their king;
Such stubborn fools' careers!
Such stubborn fools' careers,
To war without their peers!"


"But lord! Our knights, in ordered file,
Have broken 'pon the monster's wrath,
And heap now in a fetid pile;
Stewed in a bloody bath!
Stewed in a bloody bath,
That soaks your castle's path!"


"I say we cannot reach their hearts,
For each shall beat off from the rest,
If yet they pump to living parts;
A rigid, futile test!
A rigid, futile test,
To that grim devil best!"


------


"My king has to his chamber bed
Retired, in blackest, stifling grief,
While yet the daemon flesh is fed;
In sleep waits no relief!
In sleep waits no relief,
But phasing nightmares brief!


His spirit crumbles at the face
Of sharp that terror reaving wild --
I must his absent role replace;
As fleeting monarch styled!
As fleeting monarch styled,
Through messengers beguiled!


"You! Call your errand-riders swift!
Our majesty seeks mighty aid;
Speed to each township with this gift;
Heed this His Highness bade!
Heed this His Highness bade,
To Heroes Five persuade!"


------


"Advisor, you, against my urge,
Have these, my finest subjects brought!
How had you made them here converge?
So be it.. they you sought!
So be it.. they you sought,
For victory or nought!"


"Apologies, my lord, but see:
As you predicted, they refuse
To band in single company;
Among them might you choose!
Among them might you choose,
Rejecting those who lose!"


"Well then, approach, and I shall scale
Your prowess with the creature's own.
He must be skillful, bold and hale;
You all by deeds are known!
You all by deeds are known,
But one must go alone!"


"Hail, King! I am Bodoc the Brave!
Of villains slain I proud may boast,
Of enemies hurled to the grave;
Watch me, of all your host!
Watch me, of all your host,
I strike with rule the most!"


"Hail, King! I am Derrin the Dour!
You may exhibit any feat,
You may the whole of this realm scour;
I am the blade elite!
I am the blade elite,
That will the monster beat!"


"Hail, King! I am Saggath the Stout!
My axe to giants' breasts I heave,
Before me, dragons timid rout;
The horror I shall cleave!
The horror I shall cleave,
By sole esteemed your leave!"


"Hail, King! I am Chalam the Chaste!
No vixen of the hungry Hells
May tempt me with fell fruits to taste;
My bulwark sin repels!
My bulwark sin repels,
Where'er her cunning swells!"


"Hail, King! I am Wilnir the Wise!
Through ancient craft, I manage flame,
And pull the lightning from the skies;
This honor mine I claim!
This honor mine I claim,
For nought of gold or fame!"


"Your virtues high I now have seen,
And recognize your strength in war,
But none of you may intervene;
Away, and speak no more!
Away, and speak no more,
Until you pass my door!"


"My liege, you have discarded all!
Such worthy men to carry weight
Of black this burden leave your hall;
Now must we simply wait!
Now must we simply wait,
For you have set our fate!"


"Blame not my seeming-wicked choice,
As none had come until you pled;
A saviour heeds no royal voice;
No heroes here have tread!
No heroes here have tread,

For he would bear a head!"

The Show, 20XX

They shuffle noisily within,
Excited to behold,
They stir amid their eager din,
Each seat and ticket sold.


From out the chilly winter night,
The couples, arm in arm,
All enter in the theatre bright,
Entreated by its charm.


They shed their coats with snowflakes specked,
Recline in lavish dress
In silken chairs, prepared inspect
The front, and thrill repress.


At last, the lights and murmurs fade,
The brilliant set reveals,
Applause erupts for host displayed
Who bows on gracious heels.


A rabbit picked from out a hat,
A string twice-cut made whole;
They passive clap and restless chat,
Familiar with the role.


Their act endured and nearing end,
A volunteer they call,
So up a chosen fan they send,
And to the stage they crawl.


A child ascends in clumsy awe,
Obeying crowd's command,
Confused as spotlights to them draw,
Too young to understand.


The audience awakens now
As feat awaited starts,
Upraises its collective brow,
And quickened beat their hearts.


Performer counts and all repeat
Until a cheerful 'One!',
Then shoots the child from head to feet
With ornamented gun.


They leap with joyful cries from rows,
Uproarious in praise,
The player bows, the curtains close,

And light the exit-ways.

Weight of burdens sprawling thick on pavement

Weight of burdens sprawling thick on pavement,
Shackled tight in cobblestones I call you,
So your hand ends swiftly my enslavement,
Softly calming torment I am put through.
Lifted in your company, I flower,
Will, by your affection, bold and strengthened,
Dry and dead now vibrant in your power,
Tendrils' grasps, encouraged, blossom lengthened.
Unequipped to prune my leaves constraining,
Spread you they, revealing ripened treasure,
But, they keep me ever low, restraining,
For your tools restrict to use for pleasure;
  Many have my fruit for beauty taken,

  Though, all else save taste have you forsaken.

The Daemon King

    From emptiness the Lord creates
        The Earth in seven days,
    His Morning Star is sent to Hell
        As Father he betrays.


        1


Beginning were the Heavens and the Earth.
  He fosters, God from kingdom His on high,
  Most Holy, Great and Glory-lacèd birth,
  On clouds whereon his realms eternal lie,
  Forever sprawling bright in clearest Sky.
  His blessèd creatures that, in joyful play,
  Devote their praise to sacred Father nigh,
  In beauty natural of every day
Are thankful, and through beaming laughter honored pray.


        2


We praise who brings forth bread from Earth through weed,
  And washes it in showered crystal life,
  E'er sewing harvest for but each our need,
  Who Chosen His delivers safe from strife,
  In darkest moment parries evil's knife
  With goodness-brimming, celestial-wrought shield
  Of faith through crisis, ceasing hardships rife
  With black despair, e'er forcing fast to yield
All woes and raise success from crop and battlefield.


        3


From He on whom through faith we so design
  All aspects noble, virtuous and good
  In garb of justice, swift is their resign
  Who dare to question Him as Devil would;
  They flee as only wicked daemons should,
  To quickly hide in fiery pits do those
  Of trembling stance wherever He had stood,
  Refusing wondrous ways where but He goes;
Ignoring wrath, such fated fools comprise His foes.


        4


In nothingness embodied He these things,
  A stronger love than any yet had grown,
  Intimidation more than any brings.
  He rode the currents infinitely flown
  Of veiled abyss where not was motion shown
  In form of flicking flash or glinting mark,
  An astral wilderness of still unknown
  To all but Lord our God; in desert stark,
Saw Father fit to raise Light's flowers from the dark.


        5


Numb gliding to what senses offer fair,
  Exalted Spirit through the dismal waste
  Arrivèd at disformèd chaos bare
  Of color, shape or righteous hope, but braced
  Alone and cold; eternity it faced,
  Forsaken, brooding, solitary, lost,
  Unnoticed whole if it had been erased,
  Unaided, floating banished in the frost
That hollow chilled all warmth and dreaded gloom embossed.


        6


He journeyed long before He had it found,
  A plot ideal for onto which His plan
  To populate expanse may have been wound;
  As lace of life forever would it span,
  Enwrapping silence dead in world of Man,
  So settled He in promise there afore
  Malformèd husk, and carefully He ran
  His gentle touch toward its heaving core,
Diffusing age-old loneliness and sorrow sore.


        7


He sparkèd prime from dark revealing Light,
  When shadowed, void and empty was the Earth,
  Through Word Divine He parted dawn from night,
  Endowing pleasing sight of planet's worth
  To He, who sought its fertile, pregnant girth
  On which would soon His children then be nursed.
  An awesome flare, it shone alight the dearth,
  Expunging canvas' dullness, dim and cursed,
Establishing all twilights thence on Day the First.


        8


A ceiling next He raised and named it Sky,
  A roof beneath which captured airy space
  Held fast by pillars stretching ever high,
  Formed not of marble but His Godly Grace,
  And set by Lord's command to land encase;
  Calculations placèd forth, He reckoned
  His offspring yet to come would glad embrace
  Freedom such for which they would have beckoned;
So concluded steadily was Day the Second.


        9


Divided then was richly-fruited Land
  From whelming waters namèd He the Sea;
  They drainèd, washing golden, freezing sand,
  Then cold and flat by years' captivity
  Beneath its ocean prison, now e'er free.
  When looking on His work, He saw then stirred
  The budding hint of life in plant and tree;
  Firm future sustenance for all ensured,
O'er canopy, calm quiet closèd Day the Third.


        10


Now when these were so cast to perfect place,
  And after length of time untold did drift
  The single Lord by naught another's trace,
  He to Himself then company did gift
  Unnumbered angels liege that Him did lift
  In gaiety and comfort, fixing each
  As twinkling Stars, which glimmering did shift,
  Their moving with the Earth beyond short reach
Of any mortal, haven theirs immune to breach.


        11


So namèd God them all on Day the Fourth,
  Calling them by words of ancient meaning.
  Arriving last at brightest one of north,
  Rising foremost, on horizon leaning,
  Pouring dazzling rays of whitest sheening,
  Blinding beauty every other scorning,
  Woke the dawning lead, and by His weening,
  Claimèd Lord that this was best adorning
Heaven His and most belovèd Star of Morning.


        12


Contented with new friendships, God returned
  To work at his intent and pondered long,
  And thinking in devotion, full concerned
  For Sea and Sky, He felt there to belong
  Good denizens their own, alike His throng
  In Heaven; He desired its mortal same
  In wake of water's tide and on wind's song,
  And so from His creative powers came
All birds and fish to air and ocean justly claim.


        13


He then to dry terrain drew interest;
  As flowered grasses, bushes lush and trees
  Enveloped Earth, they posèd a request
  For beings who would fruits of forest seize
  And heavy burden of seclusion ease.
  When hearing plants' appeal, He felt the need
  To answer at behest of lonesome pleas;
  All animals He spawned to hunger feed
For warmest camaraderie of beast and seed.


        14


Then downward Father turned to sight direct,
  Beneath the stamping hooves and paws of those
  He just had made, supposing to erect
  Yet smaller ones to rule the hidden lows,
  To creep and crawl where moss and fungus grows,
  And with demand aloud He spoke, they were,
  All buzzing, squirming things who did compose
  Melodic, unseen symphonies and spur
In twilight living blanketing of noisy blur.


        15


The Lord from high then gazed at labor great,
  And marveled at the busy world He built,
  Yet still another form whose every trait
  Pertained to His lacked home, and out of guilt
  To shelter all, He felt the need to tilt
  The nexus of creation on its side;
  Most wondrous creatures then it rushing spilt,
  His treasure prized and to Him closest tied;
Was Adam born and also Eve, his equal bride.


        16


Now satisfied, before the Lord retired,
  Exhausted from the work to bring alive
  This verdant realm that all within admired,
  He, in its honor, once more loosed His drive
  To make, and set His power to contrive
  A fencèd Garden to His children keep,
  For they in holy jubilance to thrive,
  Of endless pleasures take and bounty reap,
To bask in Father's full affection ever deep.


        17


To make our world it seven days Him took,
  To mold from clay our bodies in His shape,
  To stand our forms in Eden where all look
  For Lord-sown beauty, all around its drape,
  Bright petals e'er exquisite stitched its scape,
  Its hills and rivers fertile country weaved,
  And over land extravagant they swape;
  An everlasting paradise relieved
Of any worry and where peace was first conceived.


        18


Through harmony was order well-maintained
  As vibrant blessèd terrace tranquil dwelled
  Wherein His Garden's brilliance sheer contained
  Immortal happiness; that which dull knelled
  Of death-tolls grim by Father's will dispelled,
  Dispersed and mute to ears made deaf to bells
  Which loudly rang, acknowledging the felled;
  There rang but gleeful warbles, yowls and yells
Across God's pastures green, dense woodlands and clear dells.


        19


So days had passed and healthy lay the land,
  Soft-bristling with cooperative joy.
  One simple law was set for what He planned
  To be a splendid future: "Do not toy
  With Tree of Knowledge; stands it but a ploy
  For those who would corruption's secrets seek,
  So be not curious and stay you coy,
  And prove to Me that I have made none weak,
Lest Wrath shall I upon such disobeyers wreak."


        20


Now, out of all God's animals, the Snake
  Was one with which no other did compare
  In craftiness; but trickery it spake,
  And for His mandate held it not a care.
  Ensorcelled in its deep hypnotic stare
  Would prey submit unthinking and agree
  To anything it told through poison glare,
  No matter what the consequences be,
Distorting better judgment and what truth they see.


        21


As soon did hear His Word the Serpent sly,
  It climbed the very tree from which was banned
  All creatures, and as slow it slithered by
  The wife of Adam, flames of greed it fanned,
  And clever coaxèd fruit into her hand
  Of which she ate, and with her husband shared,
  Seducèd to reject Divine Command,
  In dooming trap of blasphemy ensnared,
Beguiled to take of knowledge that no other dared.


        22


When deed was done, so was their innocence,
  And open did their eyes to naked shame,
  Aware of former blissful ignorance
  To what the Lord had copied from His frame,
  Embarrassed of themselves and so became
  Most humble in their newfound barèd state,
  And hastened to some modest cover claim,
  From leaves and flowers loincloths to create
In hope to their humiliation prompt abate.


        23


At same, in Garden calmly wandered God,
  As oftentimes to visit kin He did,
  And when they heard Him down their pathway trod,
  For fear of being seen, they quickly hid;
  Of comfort in exposure wholly rid,
  Within concealing, petal-veilèd wood,
  Behind the forest trees they swiftly slid,
  Awaiting Father's passing, still they stood,
Attempting to deceive their Lord as best they could.


        24


He halted near in search of human trace,
  And callèd out, "Where are you," looking round.
  Responding, Adam said, "I would not face
  My Lord while naked; when we heard Your sound,
  A place to mask our bodies bare we found."
  He askèd, "Who has told you this is so?
  Have eaten you forbidden fruit," and frowned
  As Adam said, "The fruit did Eve me show."
Confronted, quoth she, "Serpent held me fast in tow."


        25


"For this," He said, "a punishment is due.
  The Snake shall always crawl upon the dust,
  And eat of it until its days are through.
  To Woman give I pain in birthing thrust,
  As is My own in canceling our trust,
  And unto Man I sentence endless toil;
  Forever shall you work upon the crust
  Of Earth to till for bread, and of its spoil
Shall you partake until at last you join the soil."


        26


And so were they from Garden driven hence,
  To live without its happiness sublime,
  Dismissèd from the court of eminence
  From then until the weary end of time.
  Above their exile, knowing of their crime,
  The Morningstar this tragedy had seen.
  Objecting to their treatment did he climb
  The Heavens high to Father's realm serene
To reasoning behind His King's decision glean.


        27


"My Lord," he said, ascending past His throne,
  "I witnessed what occurred to humankind,
  And I must tell You, I do not condone
  Your retribution; clear though in my mind,
  To their outrageous insult You seem blind!
  Such suffering do they deserve to feel
  In likeness to what joy they left behind;
  I beg You, let me rightful justice deal,
And manifest my love for You in sanction real!"


        28


Already brimming was the Lord with rage
  At favored ones' audacity to break
  His law, and roared He, "Dare you try to gauge
  The way I handle those whom I forsake?
  My Lucifer, more spite I cannot take;
  Because you seem to know how best to reign,
  I banish thee to kingdom of your make,
  Where soul of every sinner shall you gain,
And far from pure My love dominion sole retain."


        29


He then was sent away to rule in Hell,
  Where every mortal seen to be with guilt
  In anguish for eternity would dwell
  Among the flame and cursèd, searing silt.
  A reputation monstrous had he built,
  The Adversary came he to be known;
  As Satan was he cause of spirits' wilt,
  Who fell from Grace to wallow in his own,
Opposer who before in Heaven brightest shone.


        30


Where once he wore a halo, horns now grew,
  Instead of golden hair, there jutted blades
  Of bone that lined his body, tearing through
  Red scales replacing skin in rough cascades,
  And shredding robes of white to ragged shades.
  Deformèd daemon lacking aspect pure,
  He roamèd halls of riotous arcades,
  E'er longing for releasing, sacred cure,
But knowing black infinity would he endure.


        31


His smoldering domain consumed the stray,
  Their essences in agony detained,
  Enslavèd, for malignance made to pay
  With suffering that not by eons waned,
  Proportionate to laws in life profaned,
  Instilling fear as more would fast descend,
  Of sanity and earthly courage drained,
  To burn in terror none may comprehend,
Denied, exposed and helpless to their horror end.


        32


Displaced from seat ordainèd to belong,
  Amid his damnèd work in grief he stayed.
  Millennia had passed, and, after long,
  From writhing souls whose deeds led Light to fade,
  Accosted was he by one not afraid,
  And said they, "Satan, you I do not fear,
  As, if transgressors' torture do you trade
  For their wrongdoings, shed I not a tear;

Wherefore would I disdain you for my torment here?"