Prologue – A Vision of Lila in the Horizon

 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.

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This poem serves as a prologue, but it wasn’t written until after the novel was complete. If my memory serves, we were assigned 50 lines or so of blank verse in poetry class and this is what I came up with. I decided I really enjoyed blank verse. Actually, most of my longer works have poems and/or songs in them, which is a bit strange considering I almost never write poetry otherwise.Powered by Hackadelic Sliding Notes 1.6.5
This name becomes important later on in the novel. Returning readers, did you notice this before?Powered by Hackadelic Sliding Notes 1.6.5
I think I stole this image from C. S. Lewis.Powered by Hackadelic Sliding Notes 1.6.5
There are actually a number of Biblical allusions/influences in Trouble on the Horizon. This one is Ecclesiastes–everything is meaningless, a chasing after the wind. This brings me to an important point. One reason I like the title The Eternal Night Saga, which refers to the Horizon, is that the Horizon is not just a place; it lends itself to a philosophical idea, and that wrestling with what one actually believes is central to many of the characters’ journeys, especially in book 2 and beyond.Powered by Hackadelic Sliding Notes 1.6.5
Strin has a similar story, I think with the same pencil sketch imagery.Powered by Hackadelic Sliding Notes 1.6.5
One of many instances in which I abuse the English language, but I did it on purpose. When Paul says we see through a glass darkly, the word for “darkly” is enigma, so that idea of seeing “in a riddle” is what I wanted. Would anyone get it without this commentary? Probably not.Powered by Hackadelic Sliding Notes 1.6.5