Thursday, June 2, 2016

The Obelisk: Parts I to V

The Obelisk: Parts I to V
I've made more small changes to some of my older verses to accommodate my new ones. The more I phrase, the more I have to rephrase. And yet, there's only one good phrase to say how this poem is turning out: fuckin' excellent! It takes eight to twelve hours of constant application to produce each portion of thirty-two rhyming couplets for this large work. It's a trying job that no one on TV or in the movies wanted to do, but the results are worth it to me - and hopefully to you.

I: The Iconoclasts

To lofty shore the gods were brought
To judge the war the mortals fought
That started with a vulgar slight
Against a due religious rite
A statue had been madly hewn
To pieces small and widely strewn
And that the idol be appeased
A string of amber mines were seized

To cause a statue's face to cave
Was an offence considered grave
One dare not force indignity
Upon a blameless deity
And yet the voice of the maligned
Expected from within their kind
Did not in curses crime condemn
But in a hush eluded them

With Love had War gone straight to bed
They noticed not a thing, they said
No trouble came to Wisdom's thought
And Justice heard no thump nor shot
Talent had produced a show
From Vulcan's steady hammer blow
Among the injured there were none
Throughout the total Pantheon

The tarnished figure would be odd
Or more than likely not a god
To Gaia turned their spanning eye
To catch the liar in the lie
And found a temple plus a trove
That first had served to honour Jove
Devoted to a faith unknown
In he who claimed the mortal throne

A closer look had changed their path
Away from cataclysmic wrath
For making hard to fools exalt
The mighty council found no fault
The wiser choice for favouring
Must be the kingdom neighbouring
Where truth and honour may remain
Beyond the madman's awful reign

Continued probing would reveal
The mishap was a front to steal
A fortune did the ruler owe
To pay his troops to battle go
His thirst for plunder left unchecked
Would leave the temples robbed and wrecked
The tyrant's name, which came of late
Was aptly Moribund the Great

Opposing, on the side of right
The Prefect of the Lands of Light
Considered what would be the cost
Of his top secret message lost
For progress had his people raced
And foes with lesser weapons chased
But unlike hordes they faced before
Their neighbours knew their arts of war

A shadow did the sibyls cast
With casualties that numbered vast
Should now the wrongful war be won
By this most evil Moribund
And so the gods put their resource
To help the prefect stay the course
His nemesis's fearsome rise
Would overrun him otherwise

II: The Lovers

The tyrant had a daughter fair
Inclined to pity and to care
Patrolling through the worst lines drawn
She served the hurt and woebegone
To uniform she paid no heed
But focused on her patient's need
And once Ophelia's top one
Was Mark, the prefect's eldest son

The men around her wouldn't dare
Disturb a single royal hair
She felt her youth reduced to waste
The blossom of her life debased
The fury of her father's law
Obstructed callers she could draw
But in the foreign eye she found
No fear of dark oath firmly bound

Her daddy's loyal concubine
Had thought it fair to reassign
To fierce disputed frontal row
Where one's survival's odds were low
Thus freely did the princess roam
Among the haters of her home
And pine for a romantic spell
With he who had against her fell

When Mark she found severely hit
Ophelia was by him smit
Discovering before the rest
In time to have him rightly dressed
She tore the shirt that wrapped his arm
To make it look as come to harm
The doctor found him fit to save
And two weeks leave to mend he gave

Ophelia's disarming grin
Belied the peril Mark was in
But of his new lot she advised
And of her own she too apprised
By passion they were swept away
Where goddesses held strongest sway
And from their longing to be near
They plotted both to disappear

The times her father came to call
His grunts would echo through the hall
His shadow cast a form profane
With right hand clinging to a cane
Before his glare the righteous froze
A constant threat to spy expose
And soon as Mark was on his feet
He'd make his getaway complete

The morning of the big parade
The nurse with patients visits made
And customary for her rounds
Wheeled wounded soldiers through the grounds
Her favourite she'd had the sense
To park the closest to the fence
And on the cymbal's loudest clash
The two began a wild dash

Though from the law they plainly fled
Of followers they drew ahead
And to the hills were safe to go
As marching caused a traffic slow
Amid thick trees they huddled wet
And waited for the sun to set
Then braved a mountain's rugged trail
Enduring to proclaim their tale

III: The Obelisk

The clung to object Mark mistook
As just a cane was more a hook
A wizard's work, it put command
Completely in its holder's hand
As pieces on a playing board
Would forces move in full accord
From caravan to tallest ship
They'd feel the pressing icy grip

The tidings of the couple's flight
Arrived to Moribund at night
His busy arm began to shake
And all around they felt the quake
In order to avenge the breach
He needed to extend his reach
Out went his armies as a wave
Against the few but fiercely brave

His whole attention he would turn
Against his daughter's bitter spurn
His grenadiers were sent to free
The places she was said to be
But always were the lucky pair
At final moment made aware
And able to adjust their trip
So their pursuer got the slip

His juggernaut carved out a road
As far as it could drag its load
In regions deep and yet to tame
The raiders pushed to triumph claim
While straight behind them sternly stood
To guard the valley of the good
Their master's rod's antagonist
The bold and mystic obelisk

Though pan-dimensional in span
The obelisk was made by man
Projected from its metal mast
A potent and decisive blast
Its rotors spun the day and hour
To furnish it with glowing power
A clever and imposing spike
Its sting could any target strike

Ophelia and Mark were sure
To into ambush armies lure
Where lacked the room to turn around
The prefect's troops would foe surround
The father thought it ill advised
To have Mark further jeopardized
But now the smooth and cunning ploy
Would Moribund the Great destroy

Into the ring the wayward crossed
Too far from home and clearly lost
When from behind the challenge roared
And out of hiding free men poured
Descending on the hapless swarm
As though the most ferocious storm
To demonstrate what freedom's worth
And raze the quarry to the earth

The strongest blow that made the day
Originated faraway
By bearings added to the list
Of targets for the obelisk
A gaping crater, singed and stained
Were all that of the bad remained
But soon as postures stood to slack
The ground shook and the sky went black

IV: The Beast

When Moribund had failure seen
His host eradicated clean
A tremor from his angry swing
To cavern burst an opening
Exposing ray of sun from sky
Inducing prisoner to fly
And back into the air released
A thing known only as the beast

Designed to wreak a grievous toll
And threaten populations whole
Impervious to any fire
Functions eons to expire
Its maker must have lost control
And had to trap it in a hole
For lack of means to penetrate
The substance of its armoured plate

Mistaken for a second drive
To keep the tyrant's name alive
The apparition stronger grew
As experts pondered what to do
It spiralled high with cruel intent
And to a panic people sent
The predator whose engineer
Conditioned it to prey on fear

The borders of its deadly shroud
Would rival the most stately cloud
And wide the chaos that it made
When on a fleeing throng it preyed
From outstretched wings destruction rained
As on the beast the sights were trained
And marksmen stated with a frown
That none of them could bring it down

The beast retired every dawn
Where seldom men had tread upon
And overcome with lethargy
Retired from its killing spree
Deferring to tranquility
The previous hostility
No longer fit inside a scene
Of meadows green and ponds pristine

As soon as pointed to the spot
The wonder weapon took a shot
And in the fallout, target bathed
But came out more or less unscathed
A sneak attack so cowardly
Affected its mood sourly
And up it went to culprit track
The treachery to answer back

The battered troops received a break
And set up camp along the lake
The cursed thing was elsewhere turned
A distant playground might be burned
By carrier they sent a note
To warn the settlers remote
To keep their doors and windows closed
And their dependents unexposed

To save the world, the gods agreed
That they would try to intercede
And bring about a fair outcome
Or better end, at least, than some
Once advocates rose to negate
The voice of the prevailing fate
They sought the fiend who'd trouble made
To see him tremble in the shade

V: The Island

Galapago, the island state
Too far removed to heed the date
Had up to now, from senseless ruin
Remained essentially immune
A self-contained society
Allowed to flourish privately
Its whereabouts were well apart
From any port on any chart

Her people, healthy and astute
Were much inclined to fine pursuit
In harmony with wind and tide
For humankind's advance they tried
Their living standard was above
What most outsiders daydreamed of
And long had they enjoyed their run
Of trophies glinting in the sun

With noble findings to impart
In aid of science and of art
Their able minds were in demand
Beyond the borders of their land
As such did they success attain
As scholars fit to math explain
And from their contemplations deep
Proceeded the strategic leap

But restless want to take up arms
Was blotted out by island charms
And spacious sea that lay between
Provided an assuring screen
A bastion of culture high
Amid the regions gone awry
Galapago's location stayed
Unthinkable to chance invade

The obelisk could alter space
To hide its track without a trace
When last its mark was seen at large
It issued out a full discharge
With each and every awesome blast
Coordinates afield were passed
Whence to assign the outward bound
As elsewhere born to fight the round

A bug alighted on a board
Too critical to be ignored
The operator with a swat
Reversed the course the shot would plot
So that its impact would be felt
As starting from the island belt
The path of doom was thereby bent
Against the island innocent

Amid the crowd that watched the meet
Where acrobats in turns compete
And panelists debated who
The gold should be awarded to
A child pointed to a fowl
That grew into an all-out scowl
Until beholders froze with dread
At what hung grimly overhead

The stoic judge implored aloud
For calm behaviour from the crowd
Though plainly challenged by a threat
The outcome was not certain yet
His vision of a bold way out
Was by his colleagues not in doubt
For this retired scientist
Invented first the obelisk

(to be continued)
  
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