You are my iron-clad, stone-hilted storm. The dying breath of stars compells us towards twinkling thoughts.
Breathing in. Breathing out.
Let us rest our heads in the ravines of Venus’ veil, pillowed by noxious nothings. Our formless fears dance on the silouhettes of deep space. We can stare down into the chasm, wondering about the battlefield left behind in the hands of fading sons and suns.
Or.
On a littered wasteland of heart and bone, moments and meadows, there will be a vine-laden cottage surrounded by a white picket fence. Stars bloom outside the door. Galaxies grow in the garden.
A quaint, cobblestone path shows us the way home.
Us, on a planet amidst the masses — larger than infinity, but smaller than eternity — entwined in the veins of the Earth.
I ran across the field of stars Over my sun and ten thousand leagues far Meteors rained down upon me as a storm brewed But a wave washed me away to the frozen valley of forgotten moons
The sea of stars twists around me sparkling and fading into distant galaxies The colour of a universe is not one that all can see easily Mine is a brilliant light unknown to man
Whales float across the sky Birds by the millions ready their wings to fly Goliath dragons roam the void for a place to call home Among the creatures of the night I no longer felt alone
I traveled through eons of time just to realize a lie Thought the noise of my tears were my battle cry I walk across the clouds and among the beasts, But then I fall back down to the sea
My mind twists dreams into a reality Ever-present Celestials visit a place shrouded in mystery The sun and moon are both high in the heavens Creating for me a new haven of shadowed light.
Silent supernovae share a pulsing light and rupture colliding planets Beautiful catastrophes wreak havoc Battles continue through dawn and dusk, surrounding the cosmic shrine Still, through it all, the universe inside me shines
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This is the last part of my epic poem fragment series (so far)! The interpretation of the poem is up to you readers!
Important Words:
Apotelesma — the influence that stars have over human destiny (Latin) Noctifer — the evening star Carina — dear, beloved (Italian) Polaris — the north star Sidereus — relating to or of the stars (Latin) Antares — a star Rigel — another star
Book V, Part IV — The Battle of Noctifer
Carina of the brave heart wielded her character as if it were her sword, And with the strength of the fiery sun blazing through herself, charged forward. Noctifer, he who had chained her mind for so long, Became afraid as Carina’s soul finally sang its rightful song:
“O devil of the wicked deeds, As I square with thee, my whole self aches and bleeds. But no longer will I suffer this abuse that you lead! In defeating you tonight, I can be free.”
Then the Night Bringer scoffed at this latest remark, As he did not believe in this flame that had been kindled from a forgotten spark. “Carina, you say this as if this is the most admirable, Tis a shame that today your defeat will be brutal.”
Carina declared, “Perhaps today, fate is not on my side and thy victory be clear, But I have realized that is no longer my greatest fear. For you will never win over my mind, As long as I have the good-hearted angels by my humble side.”
Hearing this, Noctifer rose from his throne, And summoned the hordes of dark masses, the troops he called his own. Carina braced for the attack, As the dark masses pressed down upon her, and all that was seen was pitch black.
With one slice of her blade, she expelled the flood of darkness, But the battle had just begun, and Noctifer was set to render her joyless. So he sent his second in command, another frightful star: Antares, who made people quake in terror as his power was rival to that of Mars.
Yet Carina of the brave soul drew her sword, And after a fierce lock of their blades, drove it through his collarbone. Shortly came the fearsome star Rigel, he who was master of all that was miserable and desolate, When he had been a bright star, he betrayed the Guardians and closed the celestial gate.
Carina defended her best against Rigel, Who had made several blows to her form as she went under a painful spell. But she recovered and shattered the helmet off ‘is mane, Cracking it on the ground of the heavenly plain.
Now the head of Rigel lay bare, And like a vicious predator taking its final leap before the kill, Carina met her mark with flair. She brought Rigel down, channeling her great newfound euphoria, The giant was down to his knees, and she drove sword through skull, the end of a dark era.
Finally, Noctifer acknowledged the striking truth, Carina would not back down and could not be subdued. For even now, during this battle, the angels were there, fighting off the masses of darkness so she could undertake the true dare.
The valiant ones were winning, more than half the dark army was felled So in one final try, Noctifer yelled, “You will never find true peace! I will never allow it, lest my existence cease!”
And then, Carina realised what had been with her all along, Some fragment of an idea that arrived with the people that had helped make her strong. Noctifer was nothing to her, what did he matter? She had already found true joy, and her own fate she did alter.
So in response to Noctifer, she whispered, “You are wrong, peace came to me with my angels, my saviours.” And with a blood-curdling scream stretching across the universe, Noctifer was slain, ridding Carina of her grave curse.
The angels rejoiced the victory of their companion, And the guardians of the sky that loved the triumphant mortal felt their serene smiles broaden. Now Carina and the angels embraced, And then she said this as she was graced:
“Tonight I’ll fall asleep with all of you in my heart, As you became my friends, and thousands of villains we did thwart. For you gave me the most beautiful home in this vast universe I was once willing to depart And I’m grateful to you all, for my life’s new start.”
Since these are epic poem fragments, they are organized into books, and then further divided into parts. If you have read my last fragment, you may realize that I am posting them in order. This is because my mini-project was to try and write different parts of a story. Finally, the interpretation of the poem is up to you readers!
Important Words:
Apotelesma — the influence that stars have over human destiny (Latin) Noctifer — the evening star Carina — dear, beloved (Italian) Polaris — the north star Sidereus — relating to or of the stars (Latin) Antares — a star Rigel — another star
Book II, Part VII: Sidereus — Truly, She Is of the Stars
As the sun set on the thousandth of the blessed days, The universe itself knew that Carina and the angels were impossible to faze. Those days were known as the ephemeral ones Lasting for beautiful fleeting moments just measured by the sun.
The muses hast shown they travelled the lands, seas, and never ending skies, Helping all those in need that they would come by. Battles were won and demons were slain, But deities, pray tell, why the eight starry-eyed angels were somewhat unsettled all through the way.
For Carina was yet to conquer her own fears, dark and impure, And was still haunted by the ghosts of the battles she had to endure. More than the memories, she was still plagued by visions of darkness, As Noctifer had not yet left her mind in silence.
One day as dusk drew near, The winged stars came to a consensus to speak their fears. The celestials looked on as they spoke the truth, That rung through the ears of the troubled youth:
“Art thou not a hero now? A face that many have seen and to whom blessings upon the hundreds are endowed? So why do you disregard your ultimate vow To win over your demons and make us proud?”
To this, Carina did reply in shame: “O beloved companions, I am grateful for your compassion and role in what I became, But, in battling and winning over my nightmares, what if I change? And even so, I do not have means to achieve my aim.
The evening star is so great, so strong, That even if Polaris, the guiding star, were to aid me through the throng, I would surely fail and lose my identity all while being wronged. That, my friends, has been my fear all along.”
To this, the angels smiled, As they looked upon this tender hearted child: “Words cannot express our boundless love for you, In this life or any other, we will always be with you.
And do not fear, for you have the strength of a thousand stars, Because you will find the courage within to weather these scars. We shall be right beside you in your battle; if need be, we shall be your lodestar. You are not alone. We believe in all that you are.”
Carina took a moment to reply, As she again silently thanked the sky for her friends who had just promised to never say goodbye, But finally she answered, her eyes brimming with liquid hope: “You have set me straight, and I shall depart to face my foe.”
Notes: This is the start of a series of my ‘epic poem’ fragments (epic poems tell grand stories.) Famous epic poems include the Iliad and the Mahabharata.
Definitions: Apotelesma — the influence that stars have over human destiny (Latin) Noctifer — the evening star Carina — dear, beloved (Italian) Polaris — the north star Sidereus — relating to or of the stars (Latin) Antares — a star Rigel — another star
Book I, Part I; Apotelesma — The Calling of the Muse
Sing through me, muses, my heart’s true desire, The willingness to tell the events that transpired. A wretch’d, insipid maiden whose sense was all twisted shadows, As if Noctifer ‘imself had brought the night upon her. The girl could not escape the dismal mind she called her own, And adored the stars so much that in lieu decided to call them home. But still, as the Night Bringer pushed Carina of the spent soul to her undeserving fate, The absence of all love felled her, and in flooded a bottomless hate. And once the child could take no more, From a ledge like a spear in the sky, so high that not even winged creatures could reach it, She let herself fall down, down on to the forest floor. The stars that the girl loved so much came down and let the sky dark’n, Drew nigh to save who they could not bear to lose. Apotelesma, the influence that stars have over human destiny; The girl found angels on Earth through some otherworldly silent plea, As if the stars themselves had sent them down from the vast universe, To make her life as blessed as a living heaven. Still, the evening star was at large, And the ineffable angels were compelled to teach courage and strength to their new beloved charge. So, deities of the sky, sing through me the events that transpired As the girl achieved all that she ‘ad hoped to aspire.
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