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I read a fantasy book, by Michael Moorcock, and decided, that one of the themes in it should be expressed as a poem
So here it is...
The Astral Star -------------------------------------------
The Astral star shone on the gazing city
Its silver beams shone on the mist
Its calming glow was filled with pity
The silence clenched up like a fist
Surrounded by the darkest waters
The city island wept on through the night
The star has seen ten thousand years
The ancestors that raised the island from the sea
As Poseidon's guards devoid of fears
Watched over the island city, let it be
They swore to protect it from all harm, and age of years
But they could only watch the fury be
The Star looked dazed upon the fate of ages
As kings changed thrones and vanished like a dream
As royal guards protected mages
And in the court all that was not seen
And now it had fallen into ashes
As ash to ash is dust to dust
Now the Astral star had seen the great betrayal
Its own king had turned upon the sea
Would those remaining think he was too frail?
To rule over the greatest that could be?
Or had in a sweeping fury he decided
To tear the flesh of the city from its bone
Did he see himself too great to sit upon its throne?
And ages on the Star still sees them ponder
Trying in their books to find out the answers to that night
Why did he choose to end this wonder?
Who or what in all the worlds gave him the right?
But they could not see inside his mind
They could never understand what drove him or his kind
The Astral star saw him as he rode across his city
As he paid visits to the dragon caves
They slept and upon them he took pity
For many would fall in the coming days
With sadness he saw across his whole dominion
A shadow that fell across all the lands,
The Astral star had seen a wonder
A great fleet sailed, the edge of sky and sea
Their gleaming sails took them yonder
From them even the waves would flee
If only the island city could have foreseen the darkness rise
It was as if the gods had claimed it as their prize
The Astral star was watching clouds rising up like rings
In the royal cabin the king had seen a vision
His ancestors had come before him, asked him many things
"Does still the gazing city gently dream?"
"Does the narcotic haze in silence still prevail?"
"And does the power of the island city still spread wider
Like the wings of destiny we gave to you?"
But all he could do was nod and wonder
What they would tell him when he joined them in dreams
The Astral star star was looking on as the king turned upon his island
As he brought enemies into the harbor, twisted like a maze
The fleet was moving, dark and silent
Gliding through the fogs narcotic haze
And here would the city's greatest fall
Towers that stood so proud n tall
The Astral star saw how he in fury
Raged into his own palace in the night
And later on they would say: "Truly
The city had seen the last of light"
And then a fire swept upon the palace
The city drank its poisoned chalice
The Astral star shone on the gazing city
Its silver beams shone on the mist
Its calming glow was filled with pity
The silence clenched up like a fist
Surrounded by the darkest waters
The city island wept on through the night
The Astral star now looks by
At the rising mist, the silver haze
Watching as the ashes fly
A nightmare in a daze
Out there beyond the static scream
He saw the truths that were unseen
It felt as if the sky was falling down
T'was raining diamonds to the ground
And tears of pearl
And ruby stones
The darkness chilled him to the bones
I absolutly love the fact that this is so long and epic. This is a real inspiration and I cannot for the life of me find any fault in it. THe expressions are stunning the ancient atmosphere is just another element of this piece that thrills me to the bone and I find your talent to be exceptional and perfect. Thank you!
Submission Name: The Astral Star
