A Vision of Lila in the Horizon(1)»
Taken from the writings of Timothy Lown(2)» , Governor of the Horizon
That wall of night upon the Kingdom’s edge
Had lured me with the whispers of its name—
Horizon. No one knows what lies beyond.
Perhaps there is a void beyond its veil
Where there’s no past or lands or dreams.
Perhaps Sertrims indwell the darkness there,
And monsters worse we’ve never seen by light.
It’s a shadow land of sadness(3)» , a few insist,
A seething den of madness gorged with hate.
I did not know. I had to know. I went.
The plains of green crashed into stony cliffs,
And gushing ever upward from the rock,
Ever boiling, sick, immutable as sin,
A starless curtain hung—the Ever-Night.
The stories say the Kingdom started here.
They say a war was won, a love was lost,
That wisdom paid the price of foolishness,
A soul consumed the one it could not have … .
But other books record such histories.
I did not see these things. I shall not speak.
I only know I climbed those cliffs one day
And watched the chasing of the wind for weeks.(4)»
They never told me that night lived, night thought,
But every day I watched the madman’s mind,
The maelstrom dark and futile as a life
Without the touch of hand or hope of joy.
I was fascinated by its demon ways,
As if a man I did not know had died.
I touched the glassy surface many times
And felt the fear of miracles undone,
And the sickness grown in unreality.
Then one day or night—I don’t remember which,
But light from somewhere gave me sight of her—
Thin and dim as fading rainbows, lines appeared,
And then a shape, a figure sketched in part:(5)»
A woman trapped, a woman stripped of age.
She cried, her tears as frozen as her time.
I pressed against the emptiness inside.
I could not reach inside. She could not leave.
I think she saw me enigmatically.(6)»
Her pencil lips curved with companionship
Then she faded into whispers and dreamless dreams,
And I was left to bear her sorrow’s shadow.
They say a war was won, a love was lost.
Reality’s more terrible than tales.
A love was lost, is lost, and never found.
I think I understand the darkness now,
The ceaseless toil, the thick insanity.
Her lover died the day the war was won.
She never ceases seeing his blood, his death,
Never ceases holding him before he died.
Horizon—the edge of everything beyond:
Beyond the sun, the moon, the day and night,
Beyond the laughs, the tears, our numbered years,
Beyond this fractured pane of living glass,
Beyond all substance of reality …
The place where Glories simply cease to be.