Chyfrin’s First Exposition ~ the Forging of Blae E’Kylar

Chyfrin walks along the lake
His reflection rippling across many centuries
He throws a stone
it skips across the mirrored surface
At length he speaks

“Blae E’Kylar was forged in the bowels of Hell
To the specifications of Heaven
In a night so deep and dark
Where the stars blazed so bright
and filled the night

And born within his cooling heart
Was an echo of the fire
A need
a desire
A . . . there are no names
That describe the fire in the heart
Let us call it yearning

He yearned
to stretch out
to reach out
And touch the endless sky full of stars
To touch the waves
of that silent sea
To dip his sword in the seething fire
of new born suns
And temper his blade in the liquid ice
of a frozen moon
To track the Nova winds
to the Time after time
beyond infinity itself

Born within his cooling brain
The logic
the magic
The rhyme of mathematics and science
The Reason of existence

Born within his cooling flesh
The means . . .

But first was the Yearning
For all tings bear the fingerprints of Desire”

Chyfrin smiles
The lines near his eyes

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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