Comes now, from the East:
Sun, to turn this evil tide;
Burn it back to Hell.
Tag Archives: The Rape of the Masters (introductions only)
Intro 5: Strange Days
I fell upon, particularly strange
These shores wherein I found myself marooned
Instead of somewhere infinitely light.
My voyage, it began capriciously.
And, though within it lives embedded form,
Possesses also an embedded soul.
Intro 4: If Only
I expected five. But for some unknown reason, four came before three, shortly after two. And that told the whole story. As well as five could. Reading them over, I sometimes see a fifth there, and sometimes I don’t.
Intro 3: I Think I Now See:
How will evil fall?
Shall it be ground underneath
Purely distilled truth?
Truth and good and right
And beauty cannot be stopped.
Many will have died–
For this, gladly die.
For truth is all that we have.
Truth, and nothing else.
All beauty and right
All goodness and all kindness
Come from perfect truth.
Distilled by reason
Distilled by our harmony
With the truth itself.
Intro 2: Regarding Sonnet II
It appears that this
sequence will grow to four, and
may yet grow to five.
Here: more beautiful
than those upheld by liars.
Hidden in plain sight.
Next: the holy who
will never exist. At least
they will not be raped.
- Dedicated to
Irving Bacheller,
and they
whose gifts I shall find. - How could it be that
one so great could ever be
hidden in plain sight? - Ever innocent,
they, knowing not such evil,
who let it happen.
Intro 1: “Creators 2: The Return… This time… it’s personal!”
It’s more direct now.
I Like this version better.
Much more personal.
It now has the punch
I wish I could deliver
With my own two fists.
What is that light, now,
Raging from the east? A sun?
Many more will rise.
David Emeron: Sonnets 