Athana Teaches Blae E’Kylar the Lost Art of Shape-Shifting Beside the Founta

Athana Teaches Blae E’Kylar
the Lost Art of Shape~Shifting
Beside the Fountain

Athana:
“Light years ago
I was considered a bow
Capable of losing arrows of Light
Flickering points to be caught in night’s sack
Pinpricks of radiance
Devoured by a Dark star’s
hunger . . .”

Blae E’Kylar:
“But what’s the reason for you fall?
Why have you come to this place
at this time?”

Athana:
“Can any ever know
With absolute certainty why we chose
Choose
Will choose
The things we desire?”

Blae E’Kylar:
“But why this dance?
Are you not the Angel of Mercy?
Would you ask me to wound
Would you ask me to fight
Would you ask . . .”

Athana:
“Who are you to question
That which is Divine?”

Blae E’Kylar:
“As you did?”

Athana:
Thunder
“Do you think I like this?
The question
that’s going to plague you for all time
Is this:
‘Do the players in a tragedy
Have any real choice?’”

Blae E’Kylar:
“Are you saying I have no choice
That I must seek this other out
And destroy them?”

Athana:
“It is destiny . . .”

Blae E’Kylar:
“No.”

Athana:
“You would set your hand against the Sky?”

Blae E’Kylar:
“As you did?”

Athana:
“Provoke me not!”
Then she laughs
It is not a happy sound
“You find her
She finds you
No difference.”

Blae E’Kylar:
“I could go.”

Athana:
“Where?
She will find you and she will kill you
If you do not heed my teachings.”

Blae E’Kylar:
“This isn’t fair.”

Athana:
She laughs again
“Human law seeks in vain
To impose a matrix of ‘Fairness’
On a universe that has no respect
For human law.”

Blae E’Kylar:
“I will not . . .”

Athana:
“Saying a thing
Will not make it happen.
Arm yourself or die.
That is the only real choice you have.”

Blae E’Kylar:
“Teach me.”

Athana:
“Reason wins at last.”
She places her hand on his forehead
He screams in pain
And several pedestrians pause to look
“Did that hurt?”

Blae E’Kylar:
“But this is so perverse . . .
You want me to take these forms?
What of . . .”

Athana:
“To avoid her
To attack her you must
You must fly . . .”

Blae E’Kylar:
“It seems cowardly
to strike from the air.”

Athana:
“Honor is battle is another human myth.”

Blae E’Kylar:
“I will fly away.”

Athana:
“She will find you.”

Blae E’Kylar:
“And perhaps you as well.”

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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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