The human mind, our turned-in self,
does not on cosmic matters dwell;
From our world of natural law.
our concepts of heaven and hell.

In an aeon before knowing,
before sentience viewed the skies,
when the planet was still forming,
Earth was seen by inhuman eyes.

The two factions of the Kelnath,
‘Aengels’ and ‘Daemons’ were they,
oversaw the systems forming,
keeping Dark and Light a grey.

Kelnath fought to keep a balance,
for only then could all life be.
In their wisdom, they truly knew
Life will thrive in stability.

Alas, creation is much crueller
than the Kelnath would have prayed.
Upon the dawn of untold billions
our architects, they were betrayed.

The ancient ‘Aengels’, shall we call them,
were influenced by older things,
by creatures from farthest creations,
by ‘Mau’, the army of God-kings.

Unimaginable power
were for this army to wield
and even for all of their glory
the ancient ‘Aengels’ had no shield.

The ‘Mau’, they struck and poisoned life,
upon the eve of celebration,
which started a great civil war
that brought the Kelnath devastation.

Their ethereal armies fought
as mortal life was beginning.
Primeval soups across the worlds
bore witness to this frantic warring.

It took millennia of combat
but the God-kings were banished
to the dimension they hailed from
yet their power never vanished

The Kelnath, now a ragged force,
were all dead or left infected.
All, that is, except for two
for each other they protected.

Two ‘Daemons’, one old, one young,
fled to us after their strife,
trying to find a refuge here.
But they found us, poisoned life.

© Sean Wallace

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This story/poem is the background to a novel I got around 40 pages into, before realising that my narrative style was too immature for me to attempt a real book from it. I hope to, after my defree, take narrative writing classes and complete the book, but until then I have this idea to work on further.

Hey, I'd read it. Great poem.

I read this several times and it got better and better. I'm not sure what to say about the style as I'm no expert, but I'd like to read more of this stuff. The poem is just the right length for me (not too long) and yet tells a complete story (or possibly a chapter). I reckon it should be part of a larger picture made up of lots of these poems of similar lenght. Can you draw? A sketch or two would maybe appeal well to the youthful audience. Just my own thoughts. No need to take any on board. But I did enjoy it.

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I do like the idea of telling the whole story as reasonably short poems...

Unfortunately, I have no artistic talents. No-one wants to see stick figures, I'm sure =P

I reckon there must be someone on this board who can draw. Maybe when Silke feels better she could draw one to start things off. Actually, I think that her style would be perfect for your poem-tales.

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