-=-THE PLATONISTS' WAR: AC 195-=-
For how long did they run to you?
Five of them, young, pure, breathless,
epitome and encapsulation of a warrior,
the mother's lost children sought you,
through space and sky,
through blood and fire,
through colony and cannon.
Did they scream? God, yes,
the sound torn from their throats
as they watched their worlds
crumble before them in laughing flames.
No phoenix rose
to heal them with its shining tears,
and their tears, wept with such broken sorrow,
brought no healing, only bitterness,
and more grief.
They dared not yield for love of you.
They dared not surrender for they had heard the tales of you,
of your beauty, your star-encrusted pulchritude,
your gentle hands, your depthless eyes,
the way you cradled souls until all sorrow disappeared,
and in the wake of sorrow was the child,
smiling, laughing shyly,
and the adult, wise and kind,
with knowledge and skill and the discourse of reason
without which beasts wallowed in ignorance,
and without which great wars were waged
for no apparent purpose.
They were so young! Children,
yet their eyes were not children's eyes,
blue, violet, green, blue and black,
these eyes frigid like the South Pole,
these eyes violet like the aurora,
these eyes green like the tangled jungles of Earth,
these eyes blue like the aqua depths of the sea,
and these eyes black like the space between the stars.
Bright? Vivid? It cannot always be said that those eyes were.
Fierce? Yes.
Dead?
Oh yes,
the jungles withered, the aurora extinguished,
the sea like shards of glass, outer space gone mad,
and a battle that rang from one pole of Earth to another,
from the colonies and back.
Uncertain? Frightened?
When day was dead and the sun hid behind the sky,
yes.
Their souls sorrowful even to death,
they kept the watch for each other,
for no one else would.
The spirit was willing and so
the flesh was required to be strong,
because if they were not,
no one would be.
A lonely life indeed,
and only upon occassion
was the loneliness relieved,
when blue met violet,
and blue met green,
and black met all.
Then came the fallen prince.
Calm and icily beautiful,
a bit of glazen madness in his own eyes,
he commanded the death of Earth,
and the five battled the one
because,
although on Earth they had not been born,
they felt the call of the mother,
they felt the agony of its phantom loss,
they remembered jungle, aurora, ocean, caps,
and the stars as seen on a cool evening
while breezes caressed the globe,
and they realized that they could not allow
the blue-green planet's destruction,
for the planet held you,
and for you to die in the wake of the blast
would have broken them,
for they were strong warriors,
(the strongest because their purpose was so pure)
but when it came to you they were
fragile.
Freedom and survival --
The inheritance of the meek --
The liberation of the frightened children --
The joy of the weary people --
Justice and wisdom --
You were their strength,
You were their weakness,
You were their driving force,
You were their nightmare,
and yet for you they fought,
for you they triumphed,
for you they sought
in the jungle, in the sea,
in the stars and in the sky,
in the snowy poles,
and in the end they found you.
For how long did they run to you?
Five of them, young, pure, breathless,
epitome and encapsulation of a warrior,
the mother's lost children sought you,
through space and sky,
through blood and fire,
through colony and cannon.
Did they scream? God, yes,
the sound torn from their throats
as they watched their worlds
crumble before them in laughing flames.
No phoenix rose
to heal them with its shining tears,
and their tears, wept with such broken sorrow,
brought no healing, only bitterness,
and more grief.
They dared not yield for love of you.
They dared not surrender for they had heard the tales of you,
of your beauty, your star-encrusted pulchritude,
your gentle hands, your depthless eyes,
the way you cradled souls until all sorrow disappeared,
and in the wake of sorrow was the child,
smiling, laughing shyly,
and the adult, wise and kind,
with knowledge and skill and the discourse of reason
without which beasts wallowed in ignorance,
and without which great wars were waged
for no apparent purpose.
They were so young! Children,
yet their eyes were not children's eyes,
blue, violet, green, blue and black,
these eyes frigid like the South Pole,
these eyes violet like the aurora,
these eyes green like the tangled jungles of Earth,
these eyes blue like the aqua depths of the sea,
and these eyes black like the space between the stars.
Bright? Vivid? It cannot always be said that those eyes were.
Fierce? Yes.
Dead?
Oh yes,
the jungles withered, the aurora extinguished,
the sea like shards of glass, outer space gone mad,
and a battle that rang from one pole of Earth to another,
from the colonies and back.
Uncertain? Frightened?
When day was dead and the sun hid behind the sky,
yes.
Their souls sorrowful even to death,
they kept the watch for each other,
for no one else would.
The spirit was willing and so
the flesh was required to be strong,
because if they were not,
no one would be.
A lonely life indeed,
and only upon occassion
was the loneliness relieved,
when blue met violet,
and blue met green,
and black met all.
Then came the fallen prince.
Calm and icily beautiful,
a bit of glazen madness in his own eyes,
he commanded the death of Earth,
and the five battled the one
because,
although on Earth they had not been born,
they felt the call of the mother,
they felt the agony of its phantom loss,
they remembered jungle, aurora, ocean, caps,
and the stars as seen on a cool evening
while breezes caressed the globe,
and they realized that they could not allow
the blue-green planet's destruction,
for the planet held you,
and for you to die in the wake of the blast
would have broken them,
for they were strong warriors,
(the strongest because their purpose was so pure)
but when it came to you they were
fragile.
Freedom and survival --
The inheritance of the meek --
The liberation of the frightened children --
The joy of the weary people --
Justice and wisdom --
You were their strength,
You were their weakness,
You were their driving force,
You were their nightmare,
and yet for you they fought,
for you they triumphed,
for you they sought
in the jungle, in the sea,
in the stars and in the sky,
in the snowy poles,
and in the end they found you.
