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The gods and I've an understanding:
The gods and I've an understanding:
I shut my mouth and they ignore
I shut my mouth and they ignore
my grosser sins and quite longstanding
my grosser sins and quite longstanding
lack of faith (which They abhor).
lack of faith (which They abhor).
But here I would the Bard invoke
But here I would the Bard invoke
(per custom of the common folk):
(per custom of the common folk):
may quill not fail nor tongue misspeak,
may quill not fail nor tongue misspeak,
nor rhyming couplets lose mystique --
nor rhyming couplets lose mystique --
allow this poem's purpose to
allow this poem's purpose to
fly straight on and hit the narrow
fly straight on and hit the narrow
target, as a master arrow
target, as a master arrow
from darkbow fired hits target true.
from darkbow fired hits target true.
Scarlatti, guide my words as well
Scarlatti, guide my words as well
as daemons torture down in Hell.
as daemons torture down in Hell.




And Evil here is worth the mention,
And Evil here is worth the mention,
and all that glitters isn't gold,
and all that glitters isn't gold,
but one young serpent's apprehension
but one young serpent's apprehension
rankles her -- her brow runs cold
rankles her -- her brow runs cold
(though this she never would admit).
(though this she never would admit).
Her strength is in her golden wit,
Her strength is in her golden wit,
while opposite her, argent bright,
while opposite her, argent bright,
shines the Dawnspear's Hand of Light.
shines the Dawnspear's Hand of Light.
Now gold's the brighter, purer ore,
Now gold's the brighter, purer ore,
but silver polished shines intense --
but silver polished shines intense --
the Argent Hand here stands, immense,
the Argent Hand here stands, immense,
worth less by ounce but weighing more.
worth less by ounce but weighing more.
The golden serpent stands her ground,
The golden serpent stands her ground,
though disadvantaged pound for pound.
though disadvantaged pound for pound.




A flash of gold, a lucky toss,
A flash of gold, a lucky toss,
and dextrous wit secures the place
and dextrous wit secures the place
the fighting, dying, win or loss,
the fighting, dying, win or loss,
the saving grace or saving face,
the saving grace or saving face,
will soon transpire, soon commence
will soon transpire, soon commence
before most all of Sapience.
before most all of Sapience.
She hesitates -- then, manner steeled,
She hesitates -- then, manner steeled,
she deigns to choose the geyser field.
she deigns to choose the geyser field.
The hellish heat assaults the mind,
The hellish heat assaults the mind,
and gold retains its shine in heat
and gold retains its shine in heat
while silver flickers, incomplete --
while silver flickers, incomplete --
but yet, the two are now resigned
but yet, the two are now resigned
to skill, and all that skill can prove.
to skill, and all that skill can prove.
The golden serpent makes her move.
The golden serpent makes her move.




And in that heat, the gold reflects
And in that heat, the gold reflects
the light as one quite brilliant beam,
the light as one quite brilliant beam,
and shadows form as she directs
and shadows form as she directs
that point of gold amidst the steam.
that point of gold amidst the steam.
Yet here her golden wit has erred,
Yet here her golden wit has erred,
for her opponent came prepared --
for her opponent came prepared --
he's backed the Light for all his days
he's backed the Light for all his days
and won't fall now before its ways.
and won't fall now before its ways.
His falcon dives and draws her guard,
His falcon dives and draws her guard,
while, sword in hand, he takes his aim
while, sword in hand, he takes his aim
and lashes out and strikes her frame
and lashes out and strikes her frame
and drives his shield at her throat hard.
and drives his shield at her throat hard.
Wreathed in steam and crowned in light,
Wreathed in steam and crowned in light,
he takes the first round of the fight.
he takes the first round of the fight.




His second swing is for her head,
His second swing is for her head,
but thinking fast, she draws her blade,
but thinking fast, she draws her blade,
and, bleeding, spits the blood, light red,
and, bleeding, spits the blood, light red,
into his face to win the trade.
into his face to win the trade.
The Argent Hand, sure of his game,
The Argent Hand, sure of his game,
now must swiftly fix his aim,
now must swiftly fix his aim,
and in his blindness he adjusts
and in his blindness he adjusts
as she with dagger aims her thrust.
as she with dagger aims her thrust.
Sensing that the upper hand
Sensing that the upper hand
was not yet hers, she redirects
was not yet hers, she redirects
and rolls away, and he connects
and rolls away, and he connects
with naught but air and then with land.
with naught but air and then with land.
She moves behind a wall of spray
She moves behind a wall of spray
as yet again he joins the fray.
as yet again he joins the fray.




Now stepping lightly 'midst the cracks,
Now stepping lightly 'midst the cracks,
she calculates -- through mist she bounds,
she calculates -- through mist she bounds,
as in the air the falcon tracks
as in the air the falcon tracks
her every movement on the ground.
her every movement on the ground.
A venomed dagger now she grips,
A venomed dagger now she grips,
and venomed fangs and venomed lips
and venomed fangs and venomed lips
reflect the venom in her glare.
reflect the venom in her glare.
Yet judging from his vacant stare
Yet judging from his vacant stare
he's supplicating to his Gods --
he's supplicating to his Gods --
he turns his focus from his source
he turns his focus from his source
of strength and lashes out with force.
of strength and lashes out with force.
Renewed of vigour, evening odds,
Renewed of vigour, evening odds,
he takes his wound with poise and grace...
he takes his wound with poise and grace...
and smashes her across the face.
and smashes her across the face.




And from her lips arcs blood a-shine,
And from her lips arcs blood a-shine,
as bright as Mhaldor's arms in gules.
as bright as Mhaldor's arms in gules.
A loss at this stage could define
A loss at this stage could define
her Western legacy in duels.
her Western legacy in duels.
Seconds pass, but feel like years,
Seconds pass, but feel like years,
and muted, distant, sound the cheers
and muted, distant, sound the cheers
of Easterners now, growing bold,  
of Easterners now, growing bold,  
who'd take the argent over gold.
who'd take the argent over gold.
Her blood runs slowly -- losing strength --
Her blood runs slowly -- losing strength --
frustration growing -- what to say --
frustration growing -- what to say --
her chance at winning ebbs away --
her chance at winning ebbs away --
humililation, drawn at length...
humililation, drawn at length...
she musn't let her focus crack!
she musn't let her focus crack!
She'd have to take a different tack.
She'd have to take a different tack.




The old hymns now he starts reciting,
The old hymns now he starts reciting,
his wounds are staunched, his movements fine.
his wounds are staunched, his movements fine.
She moves now to evade the fighting,
She moves now to evade the fighting,
but caught his shield deep in her spine.
but caught his shield deep in her spine.
She limps away, a moment late,  
She limps away, a moment late,  
to pause and to recuperate.
to pause and to recuperate.
And from her wrist, a golden flash,
And from her wrist, a golden flash,
and in her hand a golden lash
and in her hand a golden lash
she slowly whirls with growing ardor.
she slowly whirls with growing ardor.
And from the haze, a thunderclap
And from the haze, a thunderclap
as 'round his neck the whip does wrap
as 'round his neck the whip does wrap
and him she'd crown an argent martyr.
and him she'd crown an argent martyr.
He lays a rite with fervent plea,
He lays a rite with fervent plea,
and grabs the lash, and yanks it free.
and grabs the lash, and yanks it free.




His platitudes drive her reprisal,
His platitudes drive her reprisal,
yet as he charges, she stands still,
yet as he charges, she stands still,
and closer still draws his arrival,
and closer still draws his arrival,
as patiently she plans the kill.
as patiently she plans the kill.
Implacable, he sets his stride,
Implacable, he sets his stride,
yet she, aglimmer, steps aside
yet she, aglimmer, steps aside
with all the grace of siren-song
with all the grace of siren-song
(which, well-receiv'd by captive throng,
(which, well-receiv'd by captive throng,
now begins to sing her praise)
now begins to sing her praise)
and catches arm about his shoulder,
and catches arm about his shoulder,
deliv'ring poison to the soldier.
deliv'ring poison to the soldier.
His poise now shattered, eyes aglaze,
His poise now shattered, eyes aglaze,
as now the crowd erupts with sound
as now the crowd erupts with sound
and Argent Hand falls toward the ground.
and Argent Hand falls toward the ground.




The crowd, comprising many factions,
The crowd, comprising many factions,
forgets itself and roars its praise
forgets itself and roars its praise
at this insurgent serpent's actions
at this insurgent serpent's actions
and graceful and ensnaring ways:
and graceful and ensnaring ways:
like nairat ink she wears, beguiling
like nairat ink she wears, beguiling
those who'd stood before, unsmiling --
those who'd stood before, unsmiling --
Severian ere Nik'las returned,
Severian ere Nik'las returned,
ere Nikolas his fame had earned.
ere Nikolas his fame had earned.
She flicks her wrist, this golden lass,
She flicks her wrist, this golden lass,
and golden lash 'round neck has wrapped --  
and golden lash 'round neck has wrapped --  
the Argent Hand tries to adapt
the Argent Hand tries to adapt
and crush her shine beneath his mass.
and crush her shine beneath his mass.
Quiet spreads throughout the field
Quiet spreads throughout the field
as neither seems prepared to yield.
as neither seems prepared to yield.




He throws his weight against her hold--
He throws his weight against her hold--
a tonne's a tonne in ore or down --
a tonne's a tonne in ore or down --
as silver struggles 'gainst the gold
as silver struggles 'gainst the gold
(though both are mud-stained sanguine brown).
(though both are mud-stained sanguine brown).
The serpent, driven here to rage
The serpent, driven here to rage
that's quite unlike those of her age,
that's quite unlike those of her age,
a flash of fang and golden glimmer
a flash of fang and golden glimmer
as lash draws tighter, argent dimmer.
as lash draws tighter, argent dimmer.
He operates on instinct, hurt,
He operates on instinct, hurt,
as every muscle on its own
as every muscle on its own
contracts, expands -- yet, like a stone
contracts, expands -- yet, like a stone
the end result: he lies inert.
the end result: he lies inert.
A flash of gold, the sound of gore --
A flash of gold, the sound of gore --
she takes her prize with joyous roar.
she takes her prize with joyous roar.




The crowd, to show their won respect,
The crowd, to show their won respect,
roars on and on their accolades.
roars on and on their accolades.
Among the factions, the effect
Among the factions, the effect
is evident; their lustre fades
is evident; their lustre fades
as Easterners through rite take leave.
as Easterners through rite take leave.
The golden serpent begs reprieve,
The golden serpent begs reprieve,
and clutches yet her bleeding side.
and clutches yet her bleeding side.
The Westerners, bursting with pride,
The Westerners, bursting with pride,
raucously depart with style,
raucously depart with style,
to celebrate her victory
to celebrate her victory
and justified theology.
and justified theology.
Quietly, with just a smile,
Quietly, with just a smile,
I leave to nurse a pair of drinks,
I leave to nurse a pair of drinks,
transparent as the ancient sphinx.
transparent as the ancient sphinx.




And later on, the gath'ring thins,
And later on, the gath'ring thins,
and later still, she must defend,
and later still, she must defend,
and fights once more, and wins again,
and fights once more, and wins again,
though I could not those fights attend.
though I could not those fights attend.
And mired in tasks numerical,
And mired in tasks numerical,
I miss the sight, chimerical,
I miss the sight, chimerical,
of crimson-glad, a golden vision,
of crimson-glad, a golden vision,
come back with a sublime precision,
come back with a sublime precision,
administer a great defeat,
administer a great defeat,
slink back into crowd between
slink back into crowd between
the throngs of people, and, unseen,
the throngs of people, and, unseen,
vanish, silent as cat's feet.
vanish, silent as cat's feet.
I finish up my work and raise
I finish up my work and raise
my eyes, and who should catch my gaze,
my eyes, and who should catch my gaze,




but Aristata's golden child!
but Aristata's golden child!
She'd slipped inside and, unawares,
She'd slipped inside and, unawares,
had caught me turned away, and smiled
had caught me turned away, and smiled
as I sat toiling in this chair.
as I sat toiling in this chair.
Surprise to me, I could but ponder
Surprise to me, I could but ponder
at the portent: oft she wanders
at the portent: oft she wanders
while, in the dank and reddish haze
while, in the dank and reddish haze
I often work by candle's rays.
I often work by candle's rays.
She closes distance -- I stand, calm,
She closes distance -- I stand, calm,
yet offer her a puzzled stare.
yet offer her a puzzled stare.
A crimson ribbon, with gentle care,  
A crimson ribbon, with gentle care,  
she presses firmly in my palm.
she presses firmly in my palm.
And then she's gone, and I'm to wonder
And then she's gone, and I'm to wonder
at all my notions torn asunder.
at all my notions torn asunder.




Nothing more I can disclose,
Nothing more I can disclose,
and nothing more is worth the mention --
and nothing more is worth the mention --
and so I shall, to its repose,
and so I shall, to its repose,
subject this poem with best intention,
subject this poem with best intention,
else on and on I'd likely ramble
else on and on I'd likely ramble
and with its quality I'd gamble
and with its quality I'd gamble
(a victim of the many years
(a victim of the many years
that crown my head like nettling spears,
that crown my head like nettling spears,
each with a painful recollection).
each with a painful recollection).
The choice before me: close the distance,
The choice before me: close the distance,
or edit into non-existance,
or edit into non-existance,
harshly judge, avoid reflection...
harshly judge, avoid reflection...
Here more is written than you know:
Here more is written than you know:
this much I offer, Stheno.
this much I offer, Stheno.

Revision as of 21:10, 1 May 2018

By: Mathonwy Posted on: 1st May 2018.


The gods and I've an understanding:

I shut my mouth and they ignore

my grosser sins and quite longstanding

lack of faith (which They abhor).

But here I would the Bard invoke

(per custom of the common folk):

may quill not fail nor tongue misspeak,

nor rhyming couplets lose mystique --

allow this poem's purpose to

fly straight on and hit the narrow

target, as a master arrow

from darkbow fired hits target true.

Scarlatti, guide my words as well

as daemons torture down in Hell.


And Evil here is worth the mention,

and all that glitters isn't gold,

but one young serpent's apprehension

rankles her -- her brow runs cold

(though this she never would admit).

Her strength is in her golden wit,

while opposite her, argent bright,

shines the Dawnspear's Hand of Light.

Now gold's the brighter, purer ore,

but silver polished shines intense --

the Argent Hand here stands, immense,

worth less by ounce but weighing more.

The golden serpent stands her ground,

though disadvantaged pound for pound.


A flash of gold, a lucky toss,

and dextrous wit secures the place

the fighting, dying, win or loss,

the saving grace or saving face,

will soon transpire, soon commence

before most all of Sapience.

She hesitates -- then, manner steeled,

she deigns to choose the geyser field.

The hellish heat assaults the mind,

and gold retains its shine in heat

while silver flickers, incomplete --

but yet, the two are now resigned

to skill, and all that skill can prove.

The golden serpent makes her move.


And in that heat, the gold reflects

the light as one quite brilliant beam,

and shadows form as she directs

that point of gold amidst the steam.

Yet here her golden wit has erred,

for her opponent came prepared --

he's backed the Light for all his days

and won't fall now before its ways.

His falcon dives and draws her guard,

while, sword in hand, he takes his aim

and lashes out and strikes her frame

and drives his shield at her throat hard.

Wreathed in steam and crowned in light,

he takes the first round of the fight.


His second swing is for her head,

but thinking fast, she draws her blade,

and, bleeding, spits the blood, light red,

into his face to win the trade.

The Argent Hand, sure of his game,

now must swiftly fix his aim,

and in his blindness he adjusts

as she with dagger aims her thrust.

Sensing that the upper hand

was not yet hers, she redirects

and rolls away, and he connects

with naught but air and then with land.

She moves behind a wall of spray

as yet again he joins the fray.


Now stepping lightly 'midst the cracks,

she calculates -- through mist she bounds,

as in the air the falcon tracks

her every movement on the ground.

A venomed dagger now she grips,

and venomed fangs and venomed lips

reflect the venom in her glare.

Yet judging from his vacant stare

he's supplicating to his Gods --

he turns his focus from his source

of strength and lashes out with force.

Renewed of vigour, evening odds,

he takes his wound with poise and grace...

and smashes her across the face.


And from her lips arcs blood a-shine,

as bright as Mhaldor's arms in gules.

A loss at this stage could define

her Western legacy in duels.

Seconds pass, but feel like years,

and muted, distant, sound the cheers

of Easterners now, growing bold,

who'd take the argent over gold.

Her blood runs slowly -- losing strength --

frustration growing -- what to say --

her chance at winning ebbs away --

humililation, drawn at length...

she musn't let her focus crack!

She'd have to take a different tack.


The old hymns now he starts reciting,

his wounds are staunched, his movements fine.

She moves now to evade the fighting,

but caught his shield deep in her spine.

She limps away, a moment late,

to pause and to recuperate.

And from her wrist, a golden flash,

and in her hand a golden lash

she slowly whirls with growing ardor.

And from the haze, a thunderclap

as 'round his neck the whip does wrap

and him she'd crown an argent martyr.

He lays a rite with fervent plea,

and grabs the lash, and yanks it free.


His platitudes drive her reprisal,

yet as he charges, she stands still,

and closer still draws his arrival,

as patiently she plans the kill.

Implacable, he sets his stride,

yet she, aglimmer, steps aside

with all the grace of siren-song

(which, well-receiv'd by captive throng,

now begins to sing her praise)

and catches arm about his shoulder,

deliv'ring poison to the soldier.

His poise now shattered, eyes aglaze,

as now the crowd erupts with sound

and Argent Hand falls toward the ground.


The crowd, comprising many factions,

forgets itself and roars its praise

at this insurgent serpent's actions

and graceful and ensnaring ways:

like nairat ink she wears, beguiling

those who'd stood before, unsmiling --

Severian ere Nik'las returned,

ere Nikolas his fame had earned.

She flicks her wrist, this golden lass,

and golden lash 'round neck has wrapped --

the Argent Hand tries to adapt

and crush her shine beneath his mass.

Quiet spreads throughout the field

as neither seems prepared to yield.


He throws his weight against her hold--

a tonne's a tonne in ore or down --

as silver struggles 'gainst the gold

(though both are mud-stained sanguine brown).

The serpent, driven here to rage

that's quite unlike those of her age,

a flash of fang and golden glimmer

as lash draws tighter, argent dimmer.

He operates on instinct, hurt,

as every muscle on its own

contracts, expands -- yet, like a stone

the end result: he lies inert.

A flash of gold, the sound of gore --

she takes her prize with joyous roar.


The crowd, to show their won respect,

roars on and on their accolades.

Among the factions, the effect

is evident; their lustre fades

as Easterners through rite take leave.

The golden serpent begs reprieve,

and clutches yet her bleeding side.

The Westerners, bursting with pride,

raucously depart with style,

to celebrate her victory

and justified theology.

Quietly, with just a smile,

I leave to nurse a pair of drinks,

transparent as the ancient sphinx.


And later on, the gath'ring thins,

and later still, she must defend,

and fights once more, and wins again,

though I could not those fights attend.

And mired in tasks numerical,

I miss the sight, chimerical,

of crimson-glad, a golden vision,

come back with a sublime precision,

administer a great defeat,

slink back into crowd between

the throngs of people, and, unseen,

vanish, silent as cat's feet.

I finish up my work and raise

my eyes, and who should catch my gaze,


but Aristata's golden child!

She'd slipped inside and, unawares,

had caught me turned away, and smiled

as I sat toiling in this chair.

Surprise to me, I could but ponder

at the portent: oft she wanders

while, in the dank and reddish haze

I often work by candle's rays.

She closes distance -- I stand, calm,

yet offer her a puzzled stare.

A crimson ribbon, with gentle care,

she presses firmly in my palm.

And then she's gone, and I'm to wonder

at all my notions torn asunder.


Nothing more I can disclose,

and nothing more is worth the mention --

and so I shall, to its repose,

subject this poem with best intention,

else on and on I'd likely ramble

and with its quality I'd gamble

(a victim of the many years

that crown my head like nettling spears,

each with a painful recollection).

The choice before me: close the distance,

or edit into non-existance,

harshly judge, avoid reflection...

Here more is written than you know:

this much I offer, Stheno.