Journey

Bella bella dancing there
with cocklecombs done in your hair
the stars are burning burning bright
and all is shining with the light
and Malgomir with blusen eyes
looks skyward with eternal guise
for man is going far and wide
forgetting ever the eternal bride
they had left through ages long
when Man had come to sound the gong
herald cry ringing new
the bell of Antvert sang of blue
when skies were wet and full of life
and forests grew amidst the strife
where ashen cities crumbled down
and Bella blue had sewn her gown
the wedding day was fast upon them
when Malgomir sang and danced in amber glen
the wedding song was chosen, trumpets all and horns and drums
for mans great journey from under the slums
and in a moment bare laid down in time
they wept for Future sake and Time
one kiss and then
in amber glen
Bella dear with ashen finger
pointed near to trumpets linger
on bright red flame they rose on air
noses pointed towards Bellas hair
in one great rush the trumpets roar
bellowed forth and through the door
Bella bright and Malgomir
ran with grace as though in dare

Asmale met death in the MorD'Moth. For a moment the twisted glassen towers of Bal'Horbir filled with the sweet smell of blood, and then the plague-daemon Gilgar, with eyes of a million stars and hide like an



In the sixth milleneum I was borne, or so they tell me. The sun was hot that year, a huge mass of red on the eastern rim. They named me Asmael, after my mother. The vax which brought my fathers body home three years later said that I had not cried during birth, yet had only looked around as though thoughtful, and when my mother had let Azer cleanse me of my birth cloak I had giggled, delightedly. Azer is all I have now that mother was taken. I suspect a beast from the sky had eaten her, a wally or a malbir. I remember seeing her balloon set off at noon, her white hands waving goodbye. She was supposed to have come back by sunset, before the bigger monsters came out, but she didn't. Alec, the server robot, found the balloon in Poison the next day, a grash busy cutting and laying out strips on the ground. Her body was never found, nor was it expected to be. I didn't cry when we burned a tree for her. Death is expected in this world of ours, and to be afraid of it would be foolish. Don't get me wrong. I was sad That was a year ago. Now i'm 10, living

Bella bella are you there?
The nebulii burn dark in midnight hair
the jewel of stars around your neck
are softly softly calling beck
and come to serve in mighty fires
Mans great ships shall hold wide pyres
and regal trails of embers glowing
across the stars with man-a-stowing
knowledge power fear and greed
riding riding on one great steed
a thousand mile trailing wake
stab heavens heart with one great stake
a driveflare here and there and there
oh where oh where o bella dear?
shall man go now that earth is gone
and heavens fools shout Amethon
that cursed world of darkly bellows
churning churning in the mellows
we don't want and have no need
for short men of staturous greed
Bright Mal'Gomir! came the cry
the apple in dear heavens eye
the world who knows no dark
and whose countenance is hardly stark
whose orbit follows drion 3
and four more suns of same degree
the gardens there are quite amazing
but your mind will soon be blazing
no dark soon brings insanity
Fine, the masses cry,
what of warm Kalma Ty?
The world of dark and light is sane
one sun blazes through a window pane
the natives cool and calm and grey
with backs of leather and silicon prey?
Hold hold! I gave a cry,
do you not forget the tale of Meleme Dry?
Who went to Kalma Ty with brightest hopes
and crashed among the moldy slopes?
His ship they cast into the sun
his frame they detoxed till he was done
That planet is too dangerous to bear
i'd rather sleep in a cavecats lair
For a final blow
they suggested fine Amalgamo
The puters ticked and hummed
and my fingers they were drummed
until a paper bright and clean
flashed from the heart of great machine
theres nothing wrong with Amalgamo
said the heart that knew no slow
so venture there and we shall see
it should only take us two weeks three
The fires lit in mighty forges
flames cast down the metal gorges
the C/E drive which we designed
soon cast our dead world far behind
we drifted along perhaps a week
before the helmsman took a peek
out heavens door
and hit the floor
for man is strangely weak
and if you dare to see or speak
of what you glimpse in bella's plight
when traveling faster than quick light
the mind shall twist and turn in knots
and require transferal to many pots.
Lost!, we cried, without a man
to hear or see in Bella's plan
we drifted blindly to and fro
until we happened upon gentle Gwinneflow
the air is fine the sand is warm
all that bothers is a swarm
of pseudo-insects large and small
but gravity is not at all
so float and fly
among the sky
all we have behind us is yet another lullaby

Walrat

I...had a dream, that the nebulii were as forests of trees, and the swift suns rose in countless numbers to greet the dawn of Man, and as the first of the Great White Ships met the ridge the very fabric of space warped and bled and all the colours of Reality sparkled in this new Morning. I...had a dream, that as the Great C/E Ships rose in the clear morning air and drifted over the towering Clouds of mighty Magellan he saw the countless suns of Morning, and saw the shining light of our great future reflect on the hulls of the Ships which had brought us to this Great Shore of stars Man stood in awe of Creation and His design, and as His grand Fleet sped onward over these mighty Cliffs of Creation He stood in awe of our undertaking.
I...had a dream, that the sky of Bal'Harmoth, never before having seen the darkness, was crossed neverending with the Fleets of Man.
I...had a dream, that the green Skies of Hal'Morth and those of wide Bal'Mador and effervescent Mir'Damorth, ever knowing of the Night would be lit with the constant flares of Mens Great C/E Ships, and the Driveflares of Millions more would bloom in the Great Night like the fireflies of lost Earth, and a Spark would light in Mans chest to seek out Knowledge and take his journey to the far reaches of Space.
I...had a dream, of a collosal Construction at the Edge of Space, a great Lighthouse

the light of Bal'Morth shall shine in the night sky evermore, echoing forth from the great Lighthouse of Bar'Darum, at the Shore of the Seas of Elbis and through the entire galaxy shall the Light help Man, who in his quest for Knowledge and Conquest shall become Lost in his dream and seek a Light for a Safe Return.