Visions Of Terminal Darkness scene 1

   Это произведение - рассказ из области предыстории о том, как Мастер, он же Хранитель, однажды вызвав духа судьбы - Летописца, получил от него дар перемещения во времени, чтобы основать свой орден. Принять сей дар он решился от полного отчаяния и потом неоднократно об этом пожалел.
I.Land = Immortal Land
Fane of the Wizard - Святилище Мага.

             Visions Of Terminal Darkness
               - fragments of prehistory -
                26.06.02.

                SCENE: 1.
                Nightfall in I.Land
                I.

                1.
The black roses fade in the Fane of the Wizard
Its doors  and its windows are locked up and sealed
The clay's shrunk with terror awaiting the blizzard
And all the sun's light is forever concealed
                2.
The fields of this ground were not drained by disaster
But some virgin beauty was buried in dust
"The past is immutable" - said the Dark Master -
"And don't search the Truth in a primitive lust".
                3.
He's one who with his supernatural appearance
Is keeping the streams and invoking the shades
The witchcraft for him is the constant inherence
And his art is praised in the dusk serenades
                4.
He did his return from the kingdom of winter
But his greatest sorrow remained with him still
And still his soul's pierced by the sharp icy splinter,
The spall of the formless perpetual chill
                5.
His visions of Doom are the pictures of present
In I.Land the nightfall's quite dreadful and sweet
The Keeper is spelling the pale waining crescent
Until the pervading gloom will be complete
                6.
Then spreading his hands on the blue raging river,
He's calling the demons of torment and death
And as the quick darts from the Satan's red quiver
The unholy creatures fly out of the depth
                7.
Right from the unveiled subterranean haven
The spirit of fate is emerging in height
He's sailing above in the image of raven
And seeing below such a desperate sight
               
                II.
 
                8.
He speaks to the man: "Mage, I heard from my servant
That your murky sadness has clouded the sea
Your heart of the sorcerer was warm and fervent
But what the depressive years have done with thee?"
                9.
The Keeper replies: "My Belief is my prison
I do not perceive the material space
But what is ahead but the grief and the treason
If I am a prey of the heaven's disgrace?"
                10.
So many long years incarnating for nothing
I did lose my shelter of youth's memories
The silence has come, e'en the spectres aren't laughing
Beside the God's acre where rest the deceased
                11.
In my rhymed creation - the funeral grimness,
The mission of mine's like the infinite march
From nowhere to nowhere... my slumber is dreamless
Nobody to talk to and no one to touch
                12.
The magic arcanum grows poison and dizzy
When by its dope's trance you can't get what you crave
I reached for the sooth and it's never been easy
Why now I see only a way to the grave?"

                III.

                13.
"Because you're a son of haze" - answered the spirit -
"You played the conservator's sacrosanct role
But future is mute; even I cannot hear it
No force to restrain it nor chance to control
                14.
But there is the price you can pay to the Devil -
Your own "true tomorrow" must cease to exist
If you'll share with me thy first temporal travel,
We'll try to bring back the bright moments you missed"
                15.
Ah, surely I new what you will be proposing" -
Thus whispered the Keeper and threw off his cloak -
"But put in the verses I have been composing,
My destiny fails in my afterglow's smoke
                16.
From my trend of wondering I'm not refusing
The frost and the fog are inspiring enough
And from "two conditions of being" I'm choosing
The graceful infernal brutality's path
                17.
I'll maybe forget my ephemeral senses
And witness the decadent murderous quest
Tremendous and murderous its consequences
Will be, but the better this world shan't suggest"
                18.
"So, soar with the fleshless and use your new power -
The Chronicler's might - realize how it feels
And Time with its horrors for you is uncovered
We'll  meet again at the medieval hills".
                19.
The hell raven said this and turned to the fire
Then scattered and vanished without any trace
The Master bowed low: "'Tis my farewell to Lyre
No more to  be joined with the frail human race
                20.
This sinister scene is my book's final chapter
My subsequent rites aren't the dull mortals' game
The lightnings will strike from the tip of my sceptre
And Legion of Evil shall honour my name..."