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Eve of the Evangelist I: Laboribus


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Eve of the Evangelist

 

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Sinbad al-Bahaar

 

Dedicated to High Pontiff Tylos I



 

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I

Laboribus

 

In shades dark, a spire doeth reside;

Mortal ties relinquished, did it abide.

 

Upon its foot, a twisted holt causeth dread:

A diaphanous haar, draped on its bed.

 

Astray in this glade Tylos seemed to wade,

For his straightforward path had been swayed.

 

Despair seized his soul, as the night drew near;

Forlorn he toiled, spirit gripped by fear. 

 

Before his eyes, did one present itself 

 

In the form of a shade was its visage.

"Alas, tis time”, proclaimed Tylos derisive,

 

"O, ghoulish sprite, take pity on thy soul!

For once I believed; thine faith being whole.”

 

He answered him thus: “No ghoul do I be

For a man I was, now a shade you see.

 

High Pontiff Lucien didst be thy name:

Lucien The Good, they did proclaim.”

 

"Avail me holy ghost for thou hast lied!”

Tylos made response with mewling strides.

 

"Fret not, for in the skies, thou cries been heard 

When, from aloft, he dost bring you his word.

 

Regarding thou faith you shan't be denied

As for thine guidance, I wouldst provide.”

 

And Tylos to him: “O, Holy Father,

But for how shouldst we leave with great ardour,

 

For the path forward doeth be mired

And with each passing, I groweth tired.”

 

Parting thine hands, the spirit made clear;

A path to the spire, did he make appear.

 

 

 

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                                   Figure 1: Astray in this glade Tylos seemed to wade...


 

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                                     Figure 2: Parting thine hands, the spirit made clear; A path to the spire, did he make appear...

                                                                                                                                       

 

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First and foremost, this is a take on Dante's Inferno: basically ripped entirely.

However, writing this did take a considerable amount of time so your upvotes would be most appreciated (probable that I'm a slow writer). 

 

I intend for this to be a 3 part series... so much more writing ahead!

 

 

Cheers,

 

 

 

 

 

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Cardinal Gawain publically placed the poem on the front doors of the Providence Cathedral, two copies for each. A light murmur could be heard for the next several days as the man obsessively repeated the poem in his head, going so far to force his ward, Philip, to memorize it.

 

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Vulmir gave an approving nod after having someone read the poem to him, happy that his friend was able to successfully finish his work.

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