The Epic of Solemnon I-II

The Epic of Solemnon the Hero

 I.

Travelest thou by lantern’s light,

Twixt snagging trees and brush,

O’er marshy moor and darkest trail,

In Danger’s drunken night?

 

Travelest thou to lakeside’s shore,

‘Neath beaming moon and star,

With ripples lapping on the sand,

Still ebbing evermore?

 

Layest thou thine subtle sail,

Via dread canoe,

With silent oars and passengers,

Where mortal hearts doth quail?

 

If Adventure is thine end,

Seek on, fair traveler, Seek.

The Afterhere is treacherous.

My wish to thee I send.

 

II.

A tale is told: A hero strong,

Of uncertain start of days,

From Mountains far or Caverns deep,

His past a crooked maze.

 

Of his renown, t’was no dispute,

One oft could hear the cheer,

The echoes of receptions grand,

Should his path draw anear.

 

His helm shone bright; His sword so quick,

Lightning feared its name.

His shield of brightest metal shown,

Forged in the heat of flame.

 

This shield possessed a secret pow’r,

When Danger should draw near,

The Sheild would glow a gentle blue,

As water wet and clear.

 

A crimson broidered battle cape,

Adorned his muscled form,

Wits of Iron. Cool in heat.

Exactness to perform.

 

Thus came he to travel wide,

To rid the land of all,

Which threatened or opposed the Good.

Justice was his call.

 

Along his course he met a man,

Wrinkled dry with age,

In tattered rags, with stick in hand,

A wizened weathered sage.

 

“Please forgive my brief intrusion,”

The Elder spake to he,

“But I perceive, though mostly blind,

A Prophecy for thee.”

 

With eyes agape as though transfixed,

And tremulous in voice,

A crooked finger to the sky,

He prophesied by choice.

 

“Within the year I do perceive,

Thou shalt relieve a fear,

But beware in doing so,

Lest thou lose what thou holdst dear.”

 

“Have compassion in thy walk,

Leave good deeds in thy wake,

Traverse thou always on dry ground,

Ne’er the Earth forsake.”

 

“And Lo! Beware the Thanator,

That haunts the darkest place,

In light he comes to beguile,

Disguised with tainted grace.”

 

“Travel on, dear Hero,

If thy face is brave,

Walk thou in the ways of light,

And Virtue thou canst save.”

 

The old man turned and travelled forth,

The Hero carried on,

Along his way, along the path,

Thus sojourned Solemnon!

Solemnon the Hero!

Solemnon the Brave!

He of bright and flashing shield,

Whose sword doth surely save.

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