Friday, April 1, 2011

The Ulangar: Book I, Part 2

This continues Book I of my epic, The Ulangar, which was written between 1991 and 1996. Over the years, the original letters were lost between text file format changes. I've done my best to keep the originals by comparing the files against the last printed versions I have.



The flaming moon ascended to the Stars

carrying with it the essence of Ra's sacred Light

which reflected into the eyes of two companions

one man one woman

with weapons clutched in their fists

The flat stone around they dug

moving points of scorched earth glistening in the dark

The man of the party when the glass was turned

chanted a song of an ancient rhyme

causing basal memories to be aroused in men

And the moon climbed higher

that crafty glinting moon ever watching

how beautiful in origin yet malign in manifestation

Time raced by as would a starving eagle in pursuit of prey

the victim would fall upon the ground

and fail to dodge the searing talons

grasping at its throat

eating its liver again and again

A bolt of blue burst from the yellow clouds

and descended upon the earthen gravel

and enveloped the mighty rock

O shimmering rune covered stone

how thy weight doth disguise thy purpose

Up the black monolith rose into the sky

as mist falls from the moistened mud

Into the clouds it rose

far away from the meddlings of men

opening a vast hole on the plane

painted in the darkest hue

with shape undreamed in Elucid's word

Now did smells and sounds of the darkness rise to the earth

moving those not feeling blind

The none let go the dying ground

and buried their bodies into the soot

Endless journey to the Gate

unlocked with Silver Key

Both were neither here nor there

yet they floated with wind in their glory

trembling in the Cold

bundled about them

touching them like no other had

lovers are like strangers to the Cold and None

The woman did open her gems to black

and saw before her a gigantic gate

double doors made of precious stuff

lapis lazuli and jasper and open

revealing a floor of silver and gold

below mysteries unnamed and yet unsolved

The air contained remnants of

a presence of jasmine and rose

She also saw a great phantasm

clicking in the dark

scratching in the night

the Shadows hid in fear of the gate

not one fell upon it to hinder the Gate's glory

as a beacon refuses to be slain by the rolling fog

The magléd face of Man did weep

His gems did view the Great Gate too

the Gate as his mind did view it

A Shadow moved out from the walls

cautious of each minute movement

avoiding e'r that monstrous lip

The None did perceive the Demon to speak

though no mouth was present upon his vaporous form

``Greetings to thee fair travelers from abroad

seekers of knowledge banned by thy Lords

There is only one way to leave this place

and he who possesses it is Knowledge

Thou may leave the grand city

whenever thou dost wish

But lest thou hast that sacred Knowledge

thou hast better follow me''

So thought the Terrible Shapeless One

and the darkness proceeded into the city

Woman with eyes Open did perceive

a sign on the brilliant Gate

and laughed to herself with Wisdom

and Man shook and trembled away from his Gate

weeping into the palace

Upon their entrance into the Blasted Tower

decorated with burning men and impaled bodies

twitching in their eternal life

Darkness did mutter ``Soon we shall pass

the Chamber of Doors

guarded by the Silent One

He sits in a corner with pleas for help

and screams of agony unceasing

The blacken'd walls with chis'léd windows

of faces twisted in endured anticipation

this his only sight

Rotting corpses and stale vomit

this his only odor

A knotted throne

this his only seat''

Indeed the Silent One did sit alone

in the corner of the circular room

three thousand meters in diameter

and a doméd ceiling half that distance

A white ring was before him and behind him

ten and three meters arc

A window next to the chair was mumbling

``The Tale The Tale

Tell me The Tale

The Tale The Tale''

and he sat without word or movement

The Shadow moved to a door on the wall

and led the pair to a sign a pact

and the window whispered ``The Tale The Tale''

and Lamaraz shifted his head

and the door did close

and the Silent One opened his maw

to begin a story

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