For three more weeks our Preacher tries to tell
the people of the polis th'evils of
invading those who only live their lives,
possessing not a wish to be disturb'd
or force their own beliefs on others too,
and even goes so far as tryn'g in vain
to gain an audience with Chancellor.
But as he pushes more this truth instead
of making miracles for cheer, he knows
the people less believe the words he cries, 10
and slowly do his masses now decline
in size; for why be challeng'd in their views
when down the road a song and dance of lust
encouraging their wants is happening?
Yet still there's some who come to listen in,
perhaps agreeing with the words he speaks,
or maybe only feeling loyalty
or pity to this sorry immigrant
who only wishes for his older home
t'remain the way it was when did depart 20
he from the coast to come to these plateaus—
as though they think nostalgia clouds his sight
with values more conservative than most,
and that th'invasion is a progress true.
Alone in pensiveness—as ev'ry night—
our Preacher roams th'acropolis's streets,
awash with lantern light to stave the dark
that creeps about the roofs and alleyways,
yet still unable to illuminate
the cracks of black betwixt the cobbling stones 30
directly 'neath their magnifying panes—
defiant dark residing in the light,
so shelter'd by the blanket of the fog
that rolls about his ankles ev'ry step.
Perhaps he's wrong; his mind is fill'd with doubt
that such a thing as human decency
exists; perhaps there once were two who shar'd
a form and knew this wisdom, handling it
in diff'rent ways—extremes so opposite
and certainly so altogether wrong— 40
yet handling it at least, which hath he not
been capable of doing, blind with faith.
Our Preacher kicks a loosen'd piece of stone
and sends it tumbling to a mason'd wall,
to which he turns his gaze and, t'his surprise,
turns out to be the Twilight Tavern's front.
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As Ever Like the Sun & Moon at War
PoetryA troubled Pilgrim sets upon a road in search by sun and storm of paradise; a vain Pariah's banish'd from his home to render justice by the moonlit night: two individuals who share a flesh, each unalike in methods and beliefs, yet fated consequence...