Pink X-Day Premonition -- An Epic Poem
ONE
To anyone that finds this message, for "BoB"'s sake take heed,
We are here, alone and cut off.
Where is here? We don't know
Who we are and why, we cannot go further is plain...
Damn! how could we be so stupid?
We shouldn't have let the others out of our sight.
There are only two of us now.
And everything seems crooked,
Like a picture on a wall.
There is nothing to judge it by: freefall...
He is jealous of my powers in magic
and I suspect his aloofness.
We are becoming irrational
Neither of us can trust the other
With the Treasure.
All sense of time is lost
I remember nothing from before this experience
And yet I fight off all thoughts of the future
For surely only despair awaits us...
At least I take heart that someday
Someone will find this and
Understand our horror
If you have reached this point
YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!
We know and so there is nothing
I can tell you that could help
May "BoB" take pity on you...
I have slept for a long time, restlessly
He hides from me always
And neither one of us dare to
Touch the Treasure.
But before I slept I experienced a curius sensation
For a few moments I felt that this too
This horror and despair
Is another live Pathway
Perhaps even necessary
And that it is still not the end of our search...
TWO
We had to abandon that cave long ago.
Oh, the High Priests hesitated
And the Council of Elders deliberated
For long hours
After the Stranger appeared so suddenly.
He had stood in the narrow opening
High above the tribe
Huddled in the cave's dark belly
That had been the home of our tribe
To remote ancestors
And beyond the reach of any legend.
Few could even see him.
He stood without moving for some time.
He seemed to be watching intently for something
And yet
He obviously took no notice.
The very old remembered dimly the
long distant day another man
had stood high in that same wall -
Neither could they understand now.
Silence fell.
In the hush could be heard his breathing
rapid, Irregular,
The whining gasp of a desperate man.
And he clutched in his arms
A box
of odd dimensions.
He acted the madman
The High Priests hurriedly consulted
The Book of Dreams and
became frightened.
Others saw the panic and it spread.
The Stranger suddenly became aware of the horde
He too, seemed frightened, and
Making what appeared to be an involuntary wave
He dashed back into the rocks
Out of Sight!
Turmoil and CHAOS!
Sacrifices to placate "BoB".
Terror and violence: Nausea.
Those who tried to climb the steep rock wall
Were attacked, beaten and reviled.
Almost to a (wo)man those who fled the
traditional home of our people
Had long before abandoned
The Warmth of that Home.
To live in the far reaches
Of the Cave.
We had nothing to lose by joining the adventure.
All things changed at that narrow opening
The primieval apocalype.
Having lived in threes we became individuals
Each of us now,
Must take step for step himself
Along the rough hewn staircase toward his own
Destination.
The bottom dropped out
At that narrow opening
And freefall surrendered to the pull of
An unknown gravity.
THREE
Our mutual jealousy forces us to an
Awareness of the Treasure
At all possible moments.
It is becoming difficult to think
About anything else.
I rack my brains to find a way
Out of this dilemma.
For if our future depends on He and I alone
I fear we are doomed.
And nothing can be done without...
The Treasure is a great burden I am forced to watch it
Constantly.
And i am exceedingly tired...
I am going mad
I actuall don't know anymore
What is impossible
Only that all I have learned is untrue.
And that I remain impotent...
I am alone and
haven't seen him
My music is a distant roar
-embiotic fluid of my inner ear?-
My conversation consists in reverberating echoes
And my mind is
Coming unglued...
Unglued from what?...
I cannot move
Not because of walls, not because of curtains,
But because there is nowhere else to go...
nowhere to go
nowhere to go
nowhere to go
nowhere to go
NOW HERE
Our goal is at hand.
Passing through the Mountain Gate
Not one of us knew what lie ahead
And as
one by one
We entered the Valley
Appeared to us a scene
in shade of grey.
The quiet sea great mountains all around.
And adrift on the calm waters
Open and empty caskets.
We have named our new home the Sea of Caskets
Though others there call it by other names.
First impressions yield with familiarity but here exists
Only one perspective:
We have worked here now
For what used to be eternity
And continually the quiet deepens,
And we arise in our Opened Caskets.
The quiet sea
Prepares it's children
For their next Judgement
And echoing over timeless waters comes
"BoB", Shortermpersave. PraBoB!
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