Post by Brian on Jul 16, 2018 10:08:56 GMT -6
A little star far away in the sky,
Overfilled itself with light,
Speedily the nine came rushing,
Neon rainbow riding maidens,
Their mops drawn ready for action,
Alas too late they arrived,
For the light had greatly overflowed,
Spilling o'er galaxy's edge,
Mistress of the Source laughed,
Hollow callous cackle,
For she was in a mood mischevious,
Heartlessness showing,
Amused at the little star's tearing,
For he was despaired,
Believing 'twas himself to blame,
For the mess at hand,
Calling forth their eldest sister,
Lady with the urn,
Maids each raised mop in greeting,
As the urn was filled,
Limitless that container appeared,
Yet it too overflowed,
So once more a cry for help rose,
Summoning the bear,
He brought with him ladles paired,
One great,
one small,
Lapping up great amounts of light,
As the ladles refilled,
Though his effort was most valiant,
Even he fell short,
So he called his friend the great bull,
Who made all due haste,
Now the black was failing under light,
Unabated spill,
Goats were called as were crabs,
Pigs and dogs,
Unicorns with dragons and others,
All the heavens answered,
Yet the desperation still remained,
Light spilled still,
Comets came flying in breaking orbits,
Bound by hunter's belt,
A great barricade did they raise up,
Braced by Hercules,
While stars wailed becoming lost,
At sea in the white,
As the wicked mistress of the Source,
Loosed her cruel laugh,
The Olympians put aside their long quarrels,
Chariots called to the sky,
They too would lend their combined might,
Trying to reverse the spill,
Mistress of the Source opened the valves,
Watched the outpouring,
As the soul's of the departed joined in,
Still 'twas not enough,
All looked lost as the light threatened,
None were left to call,
The last stand to guard the night failing,
One last gasp given,
Great determined try given by all in unison,
As light began overwhelming,
Long unheard cry filled the distorted sky,
More arrived to join the fight,
Of their own volition they streaked in,
Phoenix burning hot,
Cygnus gleaming with vassals of eagles along,
Touched by the gods,
Grown to one thousand times their size,
Great wings flapping,
Slowly did tide turn as light's flow reversed,
Black reclaiming space,
Mistress of the Source screamed outloud,
Unheard over the din,
Encircled by her own overflowed light,
No longer laughing,
Great mother of all made an appearance,
Sealing the valve,
Damning the mistress to eternal light,
Nightfall shan't be hers,
Cautiously the heavens realign themselves,
Little star blesses all,
All poet's and dreamers shall have the night,
Heaven's own decrees,
For the glories to be seen only after sunfall,
Must always be there,
Reminders of the great ones who fought hard,
To preserve the night.
Brian Paul Sullivan 2007
Overfilled itself with light,
Speedily the nine came rushing,
Neon rainbow riding maidens,
Their mops drawn ready for action,
Alas too late they arrived,
For the light had greatly overflowed,
Spilling o'er galaxy's edge,
Mistress of the Source laughed,
Hollow callous cackle,
For she was in a mood mischevious,
Heartlessness showing,
Amused at the little star's tearing,
For he was despaired,
Believing 'twas himself to blame,
For the mess at hand,
Calling forth their eldest sister,
Lady with the urn,
Maids each raised mop in greeting,
As the urn was filled,
Limitless that container appeared,
Yet it too overflowed,
So once more a cry for help rose,
Summoning the bear,
He brought with him ladles paired,
One great,
one small,
Lapping up great amounts of light,
As the ladles refilled,
Though his effort was most valiant,
Even he fell short,
So he called his friend the great bull,
Who made all due haste,
Now the black was failing under light,
Unabated spill,
Goats were called as were crabs,
Pigs and dogs,
Unicorns with dragons and others,
All the heavens answered,
Yet the desperation still remained,
Light spilled still,
Comets came flying in breaking orbits,
Bound by hunter's belt,
A great barricade did they raise up,
Braced by Hercules,
While stars wailed becoming lost,
At sea in the white,
As the wicked mistress of the Source,
Loosed her cruel laugh,
The Olympians put aside their long quarrels,
Chariots called to the sky,
They too would lend their combined might,
Trying to reverse the spill,
Mistress of the Source opened the valves,
Watched the outpouring,
As the soul's of the departed joined in,
Still 'twas not enough,
All looked lost as the light threatened,
None were left to call,
The last stand to guard the night failing,
One last gasp given,
Great determined try given by all in unison,
As light began overwhelming,
Long unheard cry filled the distorted sky,
More arrived to join the fight,
Of their own volition they streaked in,
Phoenix burning hot,
Cygnus gleaming with vassals of eagles along,
Touched by the gods,
Grown to one thousand times their size,
Great wings flapping,
Slowly did tide turn as light's flow reversed,
Black reclaiming space,
Mistress of the Source screamed outloud,
Unheard over the din,
Encircled by her own overflowed light,
No longer laughing,
Great mother of all made an appearance,
Sealing the valve,
Damning the mistress to eternal light,
Nightfall shan't be hers,
Cautiously the heavens realign themselves,
Little star blesses all,
All poet's and dreamers shall have the night,
Heaven's own decrees,
For the glories to be seen only after sunfall,
Must always be there,
Reminders of the great ones who fought hard,
To preserve the night.
Brian Paul Sullivan 2007
