Issatur Of The Sun

Canto I

Once when the moon was the sky's only friend.

Had man been compelled to study the stars above.

There neither was plant, neither was there tree,

But man, still prospered, and man evolved.

They lived in the surface, where light shall reach.

Yet what light may reach is so little that a firefly would have done more.

There were no laws, no need for such rules to be placed.

And if there were. Who would tell in the darkness who was to be erased?

But heed that there were king and queen.

Ones that governed the lawless world with eyes keen.

For as, only they had power of light. The thing that kept them all alive.

The mines were of need of it, and too were the towns above.

They shared this light to whom shall need of it,

But this light was growing less luminant.

Its flames glowed less without heed for last request.

Know only that the royal was scared, they were anxious.

To give was to be royal, to be a man of the people.

Yet what would being a royal do for the future?

If the light that glowed in the castle was to be extinguished,

Then what will become of the world that shall become dark?

The royal questioned of their giving.

To rid of the trust of man to save the future.

Was it acceptable or merely selfish? Whom knew the answer?

Rather, whom would say such in front of them?

Issatur's mind made no indifference. His views same to the many.

To keep on this giving, to extinguish the last of the flame.

What more can saving it do? It would merely despair the people,

Knowing that they couldn't spend their last days with sight.

It was a given, for the many, that whence the light shall come gone,

Shall too the world and its inhabitants, the man and animal the same.

The moon gave only a faint glow, yet man knew its light was unreliable.

Then he, Issatur, made mind on something much more.

"If the world is to end, why shan't we be given rest?

The light is to be extinguished, without heed for further request.

The Gods have come angered and left,

So why shall we stand here, with nothing to do, only to see the sky soot."

The many gazed he with eyes slit.

To be given rest? They murmured with no king's behest.

His majesty yelled silence, to stop this pant.

There was no need for such useless rant.

He stood up from his golden chair, his eyes gazed heavenward.

"There needn't be no thing as being too enervated,

Enervated to stop being one of the council we all heeded.

Though he is right that the world shall cometh end.

There needn't be hysteria for such an event.

For as we have conquered the skies above, surely that'd an achievement enough.

An achievement we have strived and worked for,

There exists no need for one to be scared of death.

For as we all, the towns, the cities, our kingdom, the people.

They have shown pride in our love of the stars above.

So, as we have done our want, we shan't deign God's want.

For that shall we accept with peace, this world we were given."

But yet, the Issatur that sat on his own, yet wooden, throne.

Blurted out, "If we are to accept this want of Him.

What are we to do as we see nothing in the world's seam?

To accept it with grace? There exists no such thing.

The people shall be distraught, they are selfish only for their family.

They shan't be happy, they shall weep in despair,

Waiting only for death to come and loom over them, their family.

While time still ticks, we must need something brighter to give the many.

If need be, shall we cometh the darkest, if need be, shall we cometh the skies.

There is no boundary for our strive for survival,

Man shall not accept death that easily.

For that shall I propose, heed request to thee, O' king.

Give I an army, give I at least a month of light to travel.

With this army shall we come prepared, to battle the dragon of Hell."

The castle exploded with laughter that it shook the ground.

"What say you?" Said Prime Minister Agustinus, barely to keep his laughter.

"To battle the dragon of hell, whom even our best couldn't scratch?

Surely you'd a peddle lost in your head that cycles.

There is no man, not even all of man, that can defeat the beast with many heads."

Laughter filled the once gloomy throne room.

But Issatur laughed not. Neither did the king and the General.

The king once again silenced the court around like a harsh wind whirl.

His voice bested all in the world one came knew as the Abysmal.

When silence had once again made its entrance,

Did the king send a message, important that it seemed to be made.

"What he says, though incredulous, is our best shot to revive,

The light has already diminished; all too is all our hope.

But we have knight and sword, we shall do what shall be,

What shall be the last battle, or the first battle of our future.

The future we will dare change. For that reason, shall I,

I, King of the Abysmal, grant your request. With all power,

With all intellect, may the words of God guide thee on your journey.

O' Issatur, my son, prince of the kingdom."