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Of Distant Worlds my Heart Would Speak
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Of Distant Worlds my Heart Would Speak |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
Of time, I cannot even speak for truthfully, it is a meaningless measure from then until now, how would we account it? Of space, what can I say of the parsecs we fled across, then re-crossed ever searching for the ones we lost? But of tears, though uncounted, uncountable of those, yes, I could weave a tale indeed for the ice of your comets is made of those. The great sundering, how did it all begin? What dark shadow, what unholy terror suddenly swept throughout the outer worlds? How innocent we were then; how unprepared for such things to emerge from friendly space! They came, first a vanguard, Others, friends, so we thought for we knew of nothing else. Into the minds of the weaker ones they entered and there sowed fear, deceit, lies; covetousness. We saw ourselves then, no longer beautiful. We learned to hate, oh, so well, so utterly but Them we did not hate, not then, not yet: we feared and worshipped for we sensed their power. Then came the Masters, and we served these from fear for they were ever clothed in living flame. We gave them our lands and they took our children and so many were those we never saw again. We swore allegiance to them; they taught us war and skilled we became at shaping weaponry; at bearing arms; and at killing? Masters in our own right. In our fevered minds we saw shining, spinning worlds and all we could think was, Go! Conquer them, enslave, for the Lords want them as jewels for their crowns and if we do not, they will wear our bones instead. We did as we were bid, we flew the ships, we fought the wars; we conquered, slaughtered, made ourselves rulers on worlds that once had been our nighttime stars. But their hunger nothing could sate and their oppression became too heavy to bear. We begged release, claimed we had served long and served well, that we had earned our rest. We asked to be returned to our world: how they laughed to see us beaten, gloating over our despair upon learning our world had been destroyed to make the weapons. We turned our faces from these terrible Masters then and walked away to our certain doom for we knew they would never stop demanding more of what we once so willingly gave without exception. We knew they would come after us and if we did not fight we would become as those we had enslaved in pits and mines. Then we heard the voices of the lost ones coming as it were from the forgotten outer worlds; the voices of our children, the voices of our mates and mothers a universal cry of woe we could not turn away from. Instead, in rage we turned upon the Masters as one and the fires of our struggles lit up space as Northern Lights at times illuminates this planet's nighttime skies. Came our final inevitable defeat and we fled, hiding in the darkness, in the dreadful emptiness of unknown space and there, singly, we sang a song. A song filled with so much woe and suffering when it echoed among the frozen wastes, these bled diamond tears into the void. Not so much a place or space; not so much a time; but a great loss yet to be made right. And so we search, even today, even here, and one by one we find the lost ones, we find you; though no longer do you cry for you were seduced by space, by time, and to you remains little, if any, remembrance of distant worlds. Just empty words; your thoughts, earth-bound, the graffiti of life. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
 ~ Saved faster than I can say "One Who Walks With the Wind"  I understand, whereof you so eloquently speak. Love & Light, EA |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I understand as well and this is a keeper for me also. Sometimes I am stunned by your great knowledge and insight, WindWalker. Ida |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Dear WindWalker, I'm afraid this simple city boy doesn't understand this at all. Bobby |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
One of the most spectacular writes, I have had the pleasure of sipping. Stunning my friend! |
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AAB Member
since 2008-04-10
Posts 99Canada |
Stunnig poetry. Yet I confess I have only a vauge idea of its meaning. I feel as though I know, yet... it slips away when I think I have it. Stunning none the less. "Death cannot stop true love, all it can do is delay it for a while" The Princess Bride |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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