6/4/05
Warning: spoilers for the Amber Spyglass.
I was extremely disappointed with Mrs. Coulter's and Lord Asriel's end, to have to fall forever into the chasm from the world of the dead. I realized that that couldn't be the end for them. They couldn't fall forever… that would be too tragic. Unfitting for their sacrifice.
This is abstract poetry at its finest, and I don't know about you, but I personally hate reading the stuff. It's good for self expression, but I won't be offended if you leave now.
Obviously, I do not own HDM, but I do own the majority of my poem, sans the names of the characters and Dust.
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Gods of Dust
by Sir Mocha
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As Asriel and I, and our daemons, and the angel Metatron, as we fell
Fell into the Chasm, we fell
Fell through the great gaping hole that connected
Our world
All the worlds
All of everything, all of existence
To nothing, of nothing, from nothing,
Glittering particles, bathed in a sea of dust
We fell, not to our Deaths
For death is something
But instead into nothing, from nothing, for nothing
Nonexistence
We fell through the divider, the barrier between us
And not us.
Nothing.
Nowhere.
Nowhen.
But as we passed into nonexistence
Nothing became something. We were. We existed.
And then there was something:
Five bodies, four of flesh and one of spirit.
But as we entered nothing
We were something,
We were the only thing,
We were everything.
Our bodies ceased to be mere bodies
But instead we were the essence of
The universe.
We were all that existed
In that yawning nothingness
We were all that existed
And we were all of existence.
As our own universe began
With a cataclysmic event,
With a big bang that brought
Something out of nothing
Thus were we.
To contain an entire universe
To be an entire universe
Asriel and I, our daemons, Metatron: we were Gods.
And even the Holiest of Scriptures
Did not express the rapture, the ecstasy, the absolute
State of being
Indescribable to those without our divinity.
"And God said, 'Let there Be,' and there was"
And we were
And there was.
Unbound by cumbersome, traditional laws
Gravity, Physics, Time
We had unlimited power to do
What we wanted
Not to create life, but to extend
Ourselves, and to be life. Be alive
In stars, in creatures, in that
Which we created
Which we were.
We were everything
From the largest parts of us, our galaxies
To our smallest parts, our orbiting electrons and quarks
And all the while
Bathed in Dust
To give us conscious knowledge of life, and existence
Knowledge of evil, and good, and
Knowledge of ourselves.
We were the creators
We were the Gods
From something into nothing
We brought ourselves, and gave birth to
Ourselves, and our universe.
To reign eternal
Gods of Dust.