Maxxie
October 3rd, 2011, 04:37 PM
So, we've got to write an epic for Literature this month... I'm thoroughly stuck. This is what I've got so far - to me it seems quite rambly. Rambly... is that a word? Oh well.
I.
Is darkness the shroud of evil,
Or is light? – a double-edged sword of truth and lies,
Fraught with peril. One cannot see into darkness
Without the aid of the light source –
And yet one cannot know whether or not this light
Lies like the darkness it means to uncover with
Shining luminance.
Such are the great mysteries of
Life – a winding and twisting corridor of guile
And deception, like that of man’s flaws, brought unto
Himself by his own character.
Can we know truth, in and of itself, with no deceit?
Or is humanity forever doomed to be
Trapped in perjury?
Hear ye now, great minds and gentle souls alike,
Of my truth, of my wisdom.
Let thyselves not be caught in lies any more.
Listen.
Thus spake the Unnamed.
II.
I do not call upon the Gods,
For they no longer give us strength in times of need.
Do the Muses desert us aswell? Of that, I
Cannot tell, yet I feel strengthened –
May untruth be destroyed in blazing, glorious
Flame – monument to thine power, O Great Muses.
Now, listen – as I speak the tale
Of a great man, unbounded in righteousness and
Unchained power – a great man, who saved our forefathers
In the ages of myth, years past.
A man, his name thrown amongst the stars and recalled
By countless many, and dwelled upon by precious few.
Have we but fallen from grace? Lost
Ourselves in the endless cycle that is our only life?
Lost ourselves in the shroud of lies
That so plague the world?
We have forgotten our greatest ally in our dark
Hours – that which we call “life” is naught a futile attempt
To survive the cycle, or it
Is nowadays. We must remember our roots and live
Naught unto ourselves but unto others, as brave
Cassander – the man who lived and died to defend the
Very people he was borne from,
The world he was borne into,
From that which should seek to destroy it and all that dwelled
Within it. Remember Cassander through the tales found
Within these scrolls, and forget naught the evils that still
Remain to this day, merely sleeping,
Not dead – waiting until the time is right for return.
Let thyselves not be caught in evil any more.
Listen, and steel thyselves against the evils that plaug’ed
Cassander - in the days of legend.
Thus spake the Unnamed.
Yes. A little snippet from Also Sprach Zarathustra there at the end of the "Cantas", but oh well. Tell me what you think?
I.
Is darkness the shroud of evil,
Or is light? – a double-edged sword of truth and lies,
Fraught with peril. One cannot see into darkness
Without the aid of the light source –
And yet one cannot know whether or not this light
Lies like the darkness it means to uncover with
Shining luminance.
Such are the great mysteries of
Life – a winding and twisting corridor of guile
And deception, like that of man’s flaws, brought unto
Himself by his own character.
Can we know truth, in and of itself, with no deceit?
Or is humanity forever doomed to be
Trapped in perjury?
Hear ye now, great minds and gentle souls alike,
Of my truth, of my wisdom.
Let thyselves not be caught in lies any more.
Listen.
Thus spake the Unnamed.
II.
I do not call upon the Gods,
For they no longer give us strength in times of need.
Do the Muses desert us aswell? Of that, I
Cannot tell, yet I feel strengthened –
May untruth be destroyed in blazing, glorious
Flame – monument to thine power, O Great Muses.
Now, listen – as I speak the tale
Of a great man, unbounded in righteousness and
Unchained power – a great man, who saved our forefathers
In the ages of myth, years past.
A man, his name thrown amongst the stars and recalled
By countless many, and dwelled upon by precious few.
Have we but fallen from grace? Lost
Ourselves in the endless cycle that is our only life?
Lost ourselves in the shroud of lies
That so plague the world?
We have forgotten our greatest ally in our dark
Hours – that which we call “life” is naught a futile attempt
To survive the cycle, or it
Is nowadays. We must remember our roots and live
Naught unto ourselves but unto others, as brave
Cassander – the man who lived and died to defend the
Very people he was borne from,
The world he was borne into,
From that which should seek to destroy it and all that dwelled
Within it. Remember Cassander through the tales found
Within these scrolls, and forget naught the evils that still
Remain to this day, merely sleeping,
Not dead – waiting until the time is right for return.
Let thyselves not be caught in evil any more.
Listen, and steel thyselves against the evils that plaug’ed
Cassander - in the days of legend.
Thus spake the Unnamed.
Yes. A little snippet from Also Sprach Zarathustra there at the end of the "Cantas", but oh well. Tell me what you think?