10-11-2009, 02:56 AM
In a weird way, I guess this counts as fan fiction: Michael Moorcock put four lines of song into one of the Elric of
Melnibone stories, and I expanded on that, doing my poor best to capture the Melnibonean spirit. (I wrote this something like twenty
or twenty-five years ago.)
Fiery forms in
the blue sky circle,
Mortals below us tremble aghast--
You and we were first to conquer,
You and we shall
be the last!
Out from our island we ride, at the break of the day;
Out to a world
unsuspecting, to conquer and slay,
And to bring all
the lesser creation under our sway,
On this the
Chaos Morn.
Dragons a-wing
to the music of humankind's screams;
Laughing we ride
to the smashing of humankind's dreams;
In Arioch's
name, the dragons' bright flame-venom streams:
Below us humans
burn.
Wild wind-horses
soar the cloud-trails,
Unholy horn doth sound its blast--
You and we were first to conquer,
You and we shall
be the last!
Unto our race strength was given to do as we will;
With it ambition
and pride, without outlet until
The gods gave us
humans to torture, enslave, and to kill:
Thus we found
joy in life!
Then dragons and
riders winged over all of the earth,
As in fire and
chaos our Bright Empire had its dark birth,
And the
deathcries of humans did service to fuel our mirth:
Thus we found
joy in strife!
Humans dread to
face the future;
Little care we 'til the future is past--
You and we were first to conquer,
You and we shall
be the last!
Onward, then, dragons, as cities we've plundered burn bright;
We've looted
throughout the day -- we shall dance through the night;
And, dying, our
victims shriek melodies for our delight,
In painful
symphony.
Who recks what
the future may hold for us, children of pride?
Though much may
be taken from us, much yet will abide:
And above all,
that we, only we, on dragons may ride.
So shall it ever
be.
So then,
whatever tomorrow may send,
Our choices are made and the dice are cast--
You and we were first to conquer,
You and we shall
be the last!
-----
Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
Melnibone stories, and I expanded on that, doing my poor best to capture the Melnibonean spirit. (I wrote this something like twenty
or twenty-five years ago.)
Fiery forms in
the blue sky circle,
Mortals below us tremble aghast--
You and we were first to conquer,
You and we shall
be the last!
Out from our island we ride, at the break of the day;
Out to a world
unsuspecting, to conquer and slay,
And to bring all
the lesser creation under our sway,
On this the
Chaos Morn.
Dragons a-wing
to the music of humankind's screams;
Laughing we ride
to the smashing of humankind's dreams;
In Arioch's
name, the dragons' bright flame-venom streams:
Below us humans
burn.
Wild wind-horses
soar the cloud-trails,
Unholy horn doth sound its blast--
You and we were first to conquer,
You and we shall
be the last!
Unto our race strength was given to do as we will;
With it ambition
and pride, without outlet until
The gods gave us
humans to torture, enslave, and to kill:
Thus we found
joy in life!
Then dragons and
riders winged over all of the earth,
As in fire and
chaos our Bright Empire had its dark birth,
And the
deathcries of humans did service to fuel our mirth:
Thus we found
joy in strife!
Humans dread to
face the future;
Little care we 'til the future is past--
You and we were first to conquer,
You and we shall
be the last!
Onward, then, dragons, as cities we've plundered burn bright;
We've looted
throughout the day -- we shall dance through the night;
And, dying, our
victims shriek melodies for our delight,
In painful
symphony.
Who recks what
the future may hold for us, children of pride?
Though much may
be taken from us, much yet will abide:
And above all,
that we, only we, on dragons may ride.
So shall it ever
be.
So then,
whatever tomorrow may send,
Our choices are made and the dice are cast--
You and we were first to conquer,
You and we shall
be the last!
-----
Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.