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✤EVE OF THE EVANGELIST II: PROELIUM✤


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Part I:

 

 

Eve of the Evangelist

 

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Sinbad al-Bahaar

 

Dedicated to High Pontiff Tylos I



 

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II

Proelium

 

 

Beyond them layeth kingdom lacuna; 

Beyond them, the unfaithful and lamented;

Beyond them resounded ululations lost;

Beyond them, layeth spire Proelium.

 

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Day hadst drawn near, for the penumbral air

Bellowed its last utterance, t’ords the pair;

 

Yet, lustre didst not pearce those palar pines,

And they went onwards, in enshaded strides.

 

Thereupon, the two came t’ords the spire gate

And the Holy Father proclaimed in wait:

 

"And lo! before thine, be spire Proelium,

And upon its crest dwelleth Odium;

 

Thy dole and enemy it is foretold,

For in his demise, thee shall be absolved.”

 

Then the Father beconned Tylos forthward,

Sealing his words with demurring accord.

 

And afar, the two saweth a man eld;

Lugubrious was the voice they beheld:

 

“Despair taketh ye! O, sinners of faith,

For thine lot beeth of that other space;

 

And thou, that has wandered, living soul,

Withdraw thyself, yet I’ll lop off thine nole.”

 

Thereupon, Lucien responded thus:

“Vex thee not, Oedipus, for it is us,

 

And question nae more, for it hath been willed;

Attend thine gate, for those spirits fulfilled.”

 

Then they went forth, to the point of ascent;

Where without a star, do the dead lament.

 

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Figure1: Day hadst drawn near, for the penumbral air

Bellowed its last utterance, t’ords the pair;

 

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High Pontiff Tylos I grins in his sofa as he holds the missive in his hands, adjusting his glasses as he chuckles at every new paragraph he starts reading, "I simply adore this.. Godan, bless this man."

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