AmbrosialFlan Posted March 10, 2015 Share Posted March 10, 2015 (edited) ~ If I can, I wish to add to our galleries of abstracted treasures. Our stores of ambrosia, food for the gods of the mind. I will be posting the ballads and poetry of the Tenno, and of other cultures. I often compose original pieces while sitting in my Liset, waiting to arrive at my next deployment, or while dissolved into liquid, waiting for my strength to return. I have also translated works from the original Grineer, Corpus, and other languages, whenever I happen upon an interesting file. Here, then, is a personal favourite of mine. Like many of you, I was comforted to find a cell of Tenno standing guard as the Lotus shook me awake. This is what they sang over my pod, to welcome me. I'd swear I can recall hearing it in the haze before memory, as well... Hymn of the Reject Attend those who survived the fall And danced within the dark-lit hall We'll tell you, then we'll show you all The Void is softly calling The flesh is slow, the soul is fast Old matter's done, its time long past So furl your sails and snap your mast The Void is softly calling What's blacker than night, and brighter than day What burns both fear and hope away That blades might speak, and words might flay? The Void is softly calling Theology and theory fail in full When density's mad desire exerts its pull On wayward minds, through seven layers of hull The Void is softly calling For you to meet your journey's end Be driven blindly round the bend And rest embraced by loyal friends The Void is softly calling Their claws lash out, their hides enshrine We soldiers of the golden time Thus fascinated by their shine The Void is softly calling Through mouth that vents from fiery heart Proclaim the wholeness of your parts For life, the end - for you, the start The Void is softly calling ~ Most of my own excursions (incursions...?) to the Void have left me with more questions than answers. At times, it seems to me that the cutting edge of scientific knowledge, the perception of ever-more accurate and refined truths about the universe around us, has soared so high and far that it must forever be beyond the reach of near-baseline-human intelligences such as we Tenno. Perhaps it is not for us to parse the sheer complexity that our Cephalons' prodigious intellects give them access to, or to learn the secrets to which the Lotus alone is privy. Yet the domain of art is still open to us. What's more, the fact that we are still human (in a very particular sense of the word) means that we shall always harbour a yearning for higher things, broadened horizons - in mind, not just in body. That is, after all, what gave rise to existences such as the Cephalons in the first place. I will ever be grateful to the distinguished Cephalon Suda. It shared with me the contents of several obscure archives preserved from an ancient wreck, which included this and other pieces originating from pre-Orokin times: The Real Stars Raise your eyes and read them Read the real stars If you are like me You want to be free From your fear Fear of pain And of the end of all pain Fear of being alone And of being surrounded For every heart, a flock of fears to harry it (Read them...) In the face of fear We feel we must fly Higher than we think can ever be flown Up to a place where there is no ceiling No limit vaulted and set in stone (Please, read them...) The stories we tell each other Are all about this flight In one way or another They're about the obstacles we face About the hope of finally flying into that place The beauty of that golden moment When we finally get it right Sometimes, we tell stories that insist we've already mastered flying That we rise into the light just by promising and then dying But sometimes, we tell stories that renounce selfish delusion That gaze upon a bigger, brighter life for our children's children Read the real stars I say that the pretty lights in our ceiling, now We made with our own proud hands We have only built them to amuse ourselves, until the day That still seems so far away We build across the land Despite the risk that our roof might collapse in a cloud of choking dust We build across, not up Despite how our roof blocks out our view Of the sky we wish for But the lights in the real sky are suns They warm whole other worlds If we only try We can see our way to those true lights of our lives Blazing from beyond our frontier Or reflected in the eyes of loved ones We can chart a course to fly by So please Raise your eyes and read them Read the real stars Edited March 11, 2015 by AmbrosialFlan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Helleborr Posted March 10, 2015 Share Posted March 10, 2015 Through you we hear this wondrous song, And night no longer seems so long, We're grateful, as we march along, To Void that's softly calling... ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bizzaro21 Posted March 10, 2015 Share Posted March 10, 2015 Epic is the word mate, dayum like it :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AmbrosialFlan Posted March 11, 2015 Author Share Posted March 11, 2015 Added another entry. There will be a variety of forms, but all will hopefully have a touch of the epic tradition, while still being original and true to my personal style and voice. That's the Ambrosial Flan guarantee! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AmbrosialFlan Posted March 11, 2015 Author Share Posted March 11, 2015 Anyone else would also be more than welcome to post replies with related work/links. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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