Two Giants On A Rigelian Countryside
An Epic Poem by C. Nicholas Walker
We saw the ship fall down and rain like fire
From a dark and solemn, whispering cloud,
That ran its arms the length of Heaven's sky
From one bright peak that brought along the dawn,
And fell down into the darkening dusk
Whose light they pulled its soulful embrace.
And there it streaked down with a golden glow
That bore, like a lightning that shakes the ground,
A quick and brightly born streak in the sky.
We marveled in its beauty, in the gold
Of what was like the almighty light of
God, our good and gracious, most giving host;
O' our shining and gracious creator.
Huitzilopochtle, we worship your name;
And there in the sunlight call out your name;
And there where the moonlight is rising up
Through the starry pole that glows in the dark,
There echoes your voice in billowing pain.
And there it opened up my fears to fall,
A silver beast, a metal hand, and then
A glowing ember died away at last,
And cooled away against the colder air,
Steaming up and hissing out a breath
That reeked and rolled as out a dragon's head.
The thing was large, and golden grew among
The trees and sand, and call again I heard
The voice; a voice of He, of us, of Him.
And there we go to save the wayward day;
A cellar door, a fire hardened bridge,
And down upon the ground it fell, alas!
But there I saw two giants tall step out
To rest their feet upon the earthy sand.
We bowed to them, and there we held our face
As up they stretched their legs above the trees,
Their hair a mess atop their eerie heads
So tangled down across four sunken eyes.
We saw the ship fall down and rain like fire
From a dark and solemn, whispering cloud,
That ran its arms the length of Heaven's sky
From one bright peak that brought along the dawn,
And fell down into the darkening dusk
Whose light they pulled its soulful embrace.
And there it streaked down with a golden glow
That bore, like a lightning that shakes the ground,
A quick and brightly born streak in the sky.
We marveled in its beauty, in the gold
Of what was like the almighty light of
God, our good and gracious, most giving host;
O' our shining and gracious creator.
Huitzilopochtle, we worship your name;
And there in the sunlight call out your name;
And there where the moonlight is rising up
Through the starry pole that glows in the dark,
There echoes your voice in billowing pain.
And there it opened up my fears to fall,
A silver beast, a metal hand, and then
A glowing ember died away at last,
And cooled away against the colder air,
Steaming up and hissing out a breath
That reeked and rolled as out a dragon's head.
The thing was large, and golden grew among
The trees and sand, and call again I heard
The voice; a voice of He, of us, of Him.
And there we go to save the wayward day;
A cellar door, a fire hardened bridge,
And down upon the ground it fell, alas!
But there I saw two giants tall step out
To rest their feet upon the earthy sand.
We bowed to them, and there we held our face
As up they stretched their legs above the trees,
Their hair a mess atop their eerie heads
So tangled down across four sunken eyes.
I like that very much. I'm pleased to see you finally added something to the title.
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Wednesday, October 25, 2006 12:55:00 AM