(AA) Gl’Immortali VIII
An eye for an eye blinds the world
Ghandi
Passing the Trial
But I shall not compare today with yesterday.
We, people, can get used to everything.
But the battlefield was too terrible
Konstantin Simonov
On the solitude of a mountain slope,
Silent but for the buzzing of a fly,
Fair Gwyddion is fill’d with fresher hope
Watching the vapours vanish from the sky;
The beast was gone
The cause of all his woes
Altho’ the wars were done gulf-tide of sadness flows.
Down the mountain tall bounds leading
Went the great god of the Celts
T’where Oxslip & Love-lies-bleeding
Intermingled with wolf pelts,
By the Golgoth grass receding
Demeanour nobly melts,
Wailing a wylde wail with a doleful sound,
Here INNOCENCE lies dead within a mound.
Britannia potter’d solemnly
Thro’ dew-drench’d bluebell wood
T’where Liberty had carved a tree
With names of famous good,
Supping the toasts of heroes from a cup of Vishnu’s blood.
Albion
Faerie Exodus
Where is her light? her crown? her ornaments?
Her chain of love? her peace? her puritie?
Her fruitfull gardens? her fair continents?
Sir William Mure
The realm of the immortal quiet grows
A first few weeds have climb’d into the scene
From Europe’s plains to Asgard’s tumbling snows
It seem’d like the great battle had not been,
But for the pyre
Lit by the firefly,
Where Toutatis & Tyr make ashes in the sky.
Sprinkling upon the faerie way
Her procession fell silent
What once was floral turns to grey
& the trees lay bare & bent
They come at last to this cold bay
No longer innocent
Where in the wake of ravaging excess
They boarded barges for the exodus
& left with tender memories
Of ruby Europa
Her energies, her soft beauties
& her blessed nature
Yes left for safer gardens, both far off & forever…
Oceania
Second Coming
Our cup is fill’d with doings fell;
Provoking in a rage of hell
Bless’d God the Highest
John MacCodrum
Now at the time that was before agreed,
The Gods assembl’d all on Arlo Hill,
& at their heart, upon a jasper steed,
Jove sat resipiscent in silence still;
His daughter rides
Upon the divine lap
As angel army glides, marching to thunderclap.
“My new saviour,” said Jove, “Shall free
The virtue of Orlando,
Agamemnon’s nobility,
The goodness of Godfredo,
Bare Gloriana’s chastity,
Ethics of Rinaldo,
Like Aeneas adventure overseas
With the persistence of bold Ulysses.”
From heavenly hyacinthine
Saffia descended,
The sacred queen of all that’s been,
Beauties never ended,
Not knowing that our Universe on her worth depended.
Midgard
Balrog’s Legacy
The padre’s voice had scarcely ceased from prayer
When distant rounds of cheering tore the air;
Wild, yet harmonious; then loud song burst forth
Anna Durie
Long-horn hastily mounts his vampyre steed
Replenish’d of it’s stock of scarlet fuel,
“Satanus, I shall help you as agreed,”
& gave his friend that crackling, azure jewel;
Then giddiyupp’d
Beyond the halls of Hell,
To violently erupt by Midgard’s cloudy swell;
Then shooting thro’ the stratosphere,
Summer twinkling with all stars,
Satanus watch’d them disappear,
Slouch’d ‘hind adamantine bars,
Stroking his technologic gear,
Aid for his future wars,
Push’d diamonds in its sockets for to glean
Secrets mysterious filling the screen.
Grey Tepig passes Jupiter
Uranus & Pluto,
Her warrior, her passenger,
Hauls reigns… as she did slow
Balrog back-glances on a dancing planet’s blue-green glow!
Space
End of War
There shall be peace forever between these people
Zeus, the allseeing met with destiny to confirm it
Singing all follow our footsteps
Aeschylus
War, the province of kings to bring about
But the duty of the gods to end it,
Is married to Peace, but Peace has a doubt,
If life wed together, how to spend it?
Mere words suffice,
The wisdom of an elf,
“By War’s great sacrifice the world redeems itself!”
As seraph-wingéd Victory
Sails over Asgard seas
Heaven woke in vernal beauty
Blossoming with birds & bees,
Where Thor’s maturing son, Modi,
Projects from his knees,
Arms rais’d, promising his father’s father
We shall be wise, always & forever.
Britannia strode thro’ countryside,
Paus’d by the Bluebell Wood;
There, sudden, cried, for all that died,
Remembering the Good –
Swore to praise their martyrdoms with monoliths & sainthood.
Albion
Judgement of Jupiter
My God! I will address Thee
In loudest hymns of praise;
Then, too, my soul shall bless Thee
Synyesius
Jove reach’d the ruins of a city lost
Long times ago, when Mars was in his prime,
Calling for Jupiter his echoes toss’d
That name thro’ temples in a mono-rhyme;
Some ghostly shade
By faith namore sustain’d,
Slouch’d humbl’d & afraid, by ev’ry breath bepain’d.
“Old god,” spoke Jove, “Look in these eyes,
Tho’ your body crippl’d, weak,
Your mind still prospers very wise,
I’ve travel’d to hear ye speak,
Of better lives we phantasize,
Of finer age we seek,”
The old god thought awhile, & then did say,
“Bring Mars to trial, then fling him leagues away.”
“Wise words,” mused Jove, “My thanks, old friend,”
The great God out-thrust palm,
That did suspend, Rome’s best legend
Hard-grabs instead his arm,
& squeez’d it tight, “Put him some place he’ll never do us harm!”
Olympus
Heavenly Judgement
Lord of the world, He reigned alone
While yet the universe was naught.
When by His will all things were wrought
Solomon Ibn Gabriol
Jove greets the Gods, campus-stella seated,
On deathless islands spinning round his own,
Mars stood there, dejected & defeated,
Tied to white rocks in front of Heaven’s throne;
The trial begins,
The Prosecution starts,
Listing a bunch of sins & crunching juror’s hearts.
“But need we him,” springs Liberty,
“When tyranny uprising,”
“Surely not,” sings Saraswathi,
“Warfare aids each tyrant king,”
“Let him keep his divinity,”
Offer Buck$ & St£rling,
“I disagree,” groans greying Gwyddion,
“Hough! Look at what his presence here hath done!”
After the Gods had rais’d their voice
A show of hands was sought,
Angels rejoice! O happy choice!
“Guilty!” proclaims the court,
As, gurgling on congealing blood, “NOOooooo!!….” roars from War’s raw throat.
Empyrean
Imprison’d
The crood streams flowed at happy pace,
A couthy look on ilka face ;
Thinks I the warld’s a nae ill place
Elsie Rae
With Jove’s archangels hovering above,
Mars was allow’d to kiss his last goodbyes,
Thro’ bloodshot eyes Venus would beam her love
As he was led beyond her thro the skies;
Deep into space
Universal frontiers,
Where sable pits replace the suppermassive spheres;
They found an ancyent galaxy
Where supernovae flashes
Implode in awesome density
& turn diamonds to ashes,
They cast Mars to that gravity –
“Tho he yells & thrashes
He will never be able to escape
To fill us with killing, pillage & rape,”
Said Mab, sipping her herbal mead
Of soft-scented flowers,
KARMA agreed with quaint, “Indeed,”
Age of Aquarius
Enters the harbour of the world, a bay so beauteous.
Shangri-La
War’s Futility
I got used to missing you
You came back after a long time
I now love longing for you more than I love you
Aziz Nesin
We are all planets to a greater star,
These stars subservant to a further force,
Balrog, at last, returns to his own war,
Dadghab-at-arms tethers his feather’d horse;
Shock & relief
Swept thro’ his regiment,
Whose chieftans shall debrief this errant lieutenant.
Says Balrog, “I have seen a sphere
Not worth our recognition…”
“Then come,” says Gen’ral Balthazeer,
“There is a vital mission,
The armies of the Usgoth near
Marching in precision,
We press on ye the need to make attack,
To win the day & fling these rascals back!”
Our mighty Balrog join’d a horde
Of dashing cavalry,
With plasma-sword, with purpose, pour’d
Into an enemy,
To be soon slain… from war’s cruel pain tragedy comes only.
Dadghabbi
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