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Eve of the Evangelist


 

Sinbad al-Bahaar

 

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III

Sursum

 

Harken to thee, O! wretched soul;

Harken to thee, for thou shan’t be absolved.

 

Harken my son, for this place I shalt hallow;

Harken my son, writhe to thy marrow.

 

~

 

Thus they made ascent, drawn t’ords spire dark;

Dogged and forlorn, didst the two embark.

 

Thereupon they harkend, a cry enwreathed with fear,

And lo! before them didst nae man appear;

 

‘Twas a daemon, and its hand beheld death,

Vorpal sword didst it carry, slung abreast.

 

There Arvos stoodeth snarling, maw oozing, 

For the deceased he tested accusing; 

 

And upon them, didst a cruel voice resound; 

Tone unt’ords, and dolorous spite abound:

 

“Woe unto thee, who begirds mine sanctum

Cometh-hither! for thou art nae phantom.”

 

And to him Lucien spoke: “Impede naught

 For this divine journey hast been fate-wrought;

 

Thou shan't query that which is ordained.”

And thus, did the Holy Father obtain

 

A staff alight, forged from which is holy;

Crest gleaming baleful, coalescing slowly.

 

Bursting forth, pure and smiting didst it strike;

That place mute of all light, now shining bright.

 

Thence fell Arvos, his soul rended in two,

Upon which they journeyed, vigour gained anew.

 


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Figure 1: Bursting forth, pure and smiting didst it strike...

 

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Eve of the Evangelist


 

Sinbad al-Bahaar

 

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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. 

 

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

 

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.

 

Figure 2: Parting thine hands, the spirit made clear;

A path to the spire, did he make appear...


 

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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.

~

 

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, doth the dead lament.

 

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