The Ulangar: Book I, Part 11

This continues the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Rosy-fingered Dawn awoke on the knoll

with her digits stretching into the sky

blocked by thick and pendulous clouds

and rain was foretold in the scent of the sky

Æolus urged his beasts still faster

and they raced across the ground carrying with them

sand that had not been moved in a hundred years

They bit into the leather of Lamaraz

who awoke at the snarl of the mighty Creatures

`As told in accurate pages of history

there has never been such weather in this place

Never' thought Lamaraz in complete and Orange Fear

In the wind he heard the sounds of battle

raging between two colossal titans

coming from below the knoll just behind Tree

As he went around this Iron

he noticed snow on what was once burning grass

around the slag of stumps

The wind suddenly stopped

as Lamaraz spotted two great figures

one wearing a cloak of black goat fur

the other wearing a loincloth of red

held up by a great leather girdle

with a silver buckle upon it

which held a strange golden symbol upon it

a vertical scepter in the middle of

a recurve bow with the string pointing up

It aroused ancient thoughts in Lamaraz

as though the past was will be the key to this enigma

so he stored it for future passed recall

This same man in the red of a loincloth

held in his hands a magnificent sword

on which the blade had an eerie blue glow to it

throbbing to a beat like a heart as if the

thing had Life und Consciousness own

The height reached one and a half meters

The head had fangs a pair of brazen horns

shimmering from the cloudy sun

and the eye was a dark blue gem

which glittered off the snow like the morning star

which casts away the darkness back into its infernal abyss

The cloakéd man stood at almost two meters tall

and he too carried a sword of magic

but this weapon did not quite reach an arm in length

Its long curved black blade appeared to absorb

the light that both fell from the sky

and reflected off the powder'd snow

Its hilt carried a short crossbar

with the semblance of wings of bats

and a handle just barely long enough to fit

two hands upon such a wicked weapon

The two monstrous forms charged from forty paces

with blades ripping the distance between them

as a tiger rips its wild prey

The bat wing sword was far lighter and quicker

than its bastard brother slow and heavy

Fast jabs and quick parries out sped its adversary

but the wielder of the Great Sword had youth

His young form moved with ease from the vengeful

Bat while great weapon Blue

sieged mighty blows to his other

This battle continued with no blows to weaker flesh

but suddenly the youth flipped out of the way of the bat

and drew a main gauche of sturdy steel

and the wielder of the bat beamed

Goat crouched for Youth's charge

and slashed Bat and parried Bat

with dagger but resisted not the slash

hit true its target across the belly of Youth

and Blue slid into Goat in an orgasmic scream

slipping through the black gore of innards

The blood ran from the carcass

free at last from that cage of flesh

and dropped to the ground as a waterfall roars into the sea

to traverse the currents crossed by ships

to only end up in the river again

to fall off the falls

But the Bat-wielding Goat did not flinch

and promptly shaved the head off Youth

and pulled himself out of his love-lock with the headless one

and removed the sword from his belly

and picked up the head and body and swords

and removed himself by mending cloak

to disappear into dust and Beast Creature summoned by Æolus

picked up again in speed carrying with it

the sand of ages then sliced flesh into ribbons