Veteran of the PSI Wars of 2011

I am a humble veteran of the PSI wars of 2011
and doesn’t matter one whit if I say it
cause you will be wiped long before my words sink in

You say that I look normal enough
but I’ve been on the edge so long
So far out the box
I have no memory of normal
and there’s really nothing left of me

The geologic layers of scarred integument
twined throughout my brain
make me a little less than sane
leaves me a little too unkind

What I’ve seen, the pain
has blinded me to the dancing sky
arching across the Chaos Bridge
The Rip in the Multiverse. . .

And you say the war is over
Just shows how little you can know
The Multiverse is in collision
and there’s no place left to go

My weapons are lost or broken
My armor pierced and split
and everything I have fought
I have become. . .
(I know
it doesn’t rhyme)

A Dragon and a Fire Angel Turn up in a Bar ~ D’l Kyrug

The Silver dragon says
“And so fair fire-angel
what has happened to your wings?”

“They got stuck in the gates
whilst I was trying to escape the forbidden gardens of desire”

“Hon, that has got to hurt
Not unlike the time I got my tail caught
in the tilt-o-whirl of love”

Nodding agreement the fire angel remains silent
swimming deep currents of memory in her thoughts

The Silver Dragon stamps his foot
shouts, “The Service in this place leaves a lot to be desired
Can”t a dragon get a drink in this dump?”

The fire angel turns towards him, eyes lowered
and hands him a silver mug with potent red wine
He looks confused but takes the proffered cup with appropriate reverence
and mumbles something in dragon
“You are One So Rare
most hallowed and revered. . .
When did you start tending bar?”

But out loud he says
“Thank you m”Lady
and may the day of your healing be hastened”
then he breaths fire across the beverage
The vapors spill over
Cause a fog to rise around all the patrons of the place
Most don’t seem to care
and the rest are smart enough to know better

He drinks deep
as only dragons are prone drink

The Incident on Exu-Hector ~ Nuxy & Chyfrin

Molomites were bred for pain
by a warring faction of the NeoTarpels
Hideous swarms of ferocious bits of animate matter

None will admit to their creation
but bonded dragon/human teams were often retained
on the third world of the twin star, Exu-Hector
to remove outbreaks of the weapon

The cleansing fire of the dragon
the insidious wit of their bonded human
and the warrior reflexes of both
scoured the hills and glens eradicating the scourge

Nuxy and Chyfrin
uninjured but exhausted
had decided to convalescence on-world for a few days

On a summer’s night
on a world where the skies were seldom dark enough for stars
they walked by a river

Nuxy asked questions about human poetry
Chyfrin poured forth extemporaneous verse
attempting to appear far more gifted
than he truly was

A sudden whip-crack behind them
Chyfrin was rolling forward with a fledgling on his back
His shoulder leathers fending the claws
and the armor plate turning the crushing grip
In milliseconds he danced the fight dance
using a talon
instead of his more deadly weapons

The attack would have killed a human in an instant
but her partner was holding his own
Nuxy watched
fascinated by the way that humans
were so rigid in movement
and yet so flexible

Able to contain herself no longer
She flowed the way darkness comes when the light goes out
Over, under, around and on top of the fledgling
in a terrifying dance of titanium scale and muscle

Chyfrin restrained her in the kill moment
saving the young one’s life
In her rage
she nearly struck her partner

In the Chamber of Elders
Lyamiss, a Recon Class dragon was forced to admit
that he had spent a time filling the fledgling with distrust for Chyfrin
and all humans
That Lyamiss had sent the fledgling
to injure or kill the human

Nuxy climbed the Arch of Aheem and screeched
“Why?
Lyamiss, why have you disgraced yourself
and my family in this manner?”

Three time she admonished him
The Recon hissed and danced the shadow slide

Nuxi dropped to the floor in full attack posture
“Elders, I claim the right of dispensing this. . .”
“Nuxi
We of the Chamber conclude that the human must have a say
in these proceedings”

Lyamiss screeched
“Humans! Speaking in the Chamber. . .”
The Master of Arms restrained Lyamiss
in a most embarrassing fashion

“Chyfrin
It is understood that you showed restraint when attacked. . .
Is this fact?”

“Yes, High Ones”

“And why is this?”

“I would never kill
if hurting would suffice”

“You have shown a warrior’s heart and earned a right to speak
What say you, human?”

“Lyamiss. . .
Why did you send this young one?”

“She
Nuxy was to be my nest-mate
She was to be my sky and moon
She is all. . .
She. . .”

The Chamber was silent

The Golden Temple of the Ancient Model Aircraft

Schen Tal

The glittering demons flicker
glide
scream within the Shrine

Each has its own special shape
Its own sound

They cavort and ripple
They call to one another
and play the most baffling games

The golden tooth with wings
is Reason

Reason
most beautiful
of all the demons gathered
in the labyrinth
Smiles
Holds out its hand . . .

She leaves by the Southern door

The Will of the Elders ~ Chyfrin the Wizard, Nuxy the Dragon

“Demashoul
a Guardian Class warrior asks admittance”

Nuxy leaped to full awareness posture
much to the damage and disarray of her playthings
“I know of no Demashoul Guardian Class
and I would that you pass my entryway
on the way to your business”
(A standard
if somewhat ill mannered response)

“Tyro Nuxy
I come on business of the Elders
and ask again that I be admitted. . .”

She stepped into the daylight
and coiled in one of the nooks beside the entrance
“Speak”

He withdrew the accustomed distance
and presented the most perfect dragon bow Nuxy had ever witnessed
“T’is thought wise by the Elders
that you might consider to an Accompaniment
upon completion of your Baccalaureate
on the next Full of the Lesser Moon”

She twisted and twined
as her kind are prone to do when perplexed
or frustrated
“Who among the Elders would presume such?”

“All of them”

“Am I summoned?”

“Nye and Neither
but if by chance you might be in the prox of the Chamber. . .”

“And when would such a meander be most welcomed?”

“A seventh-night might. . .”

“I am nothing but a merit-less tyro. . .”

“The Elders have discussed your merits and talents
and allowed me to attend.
Tyro Nuxy you are held in the highest regard”

The silence stretched for twenty-four heartbeats

“Demashoul
I ask that you might mention to the Elders
that it would please me greatly
if they might allow me to the Chamber on seventh-night”

With a speed that betrayed his size
Demashoul was gone

Nuxy trembled for several hours

The Clockwork Woman Breaks Perfect Symmetry

But he’s nothing like
she wanted
Or expected
for that matter

I mean he was so . . .
so organic
With twisting
and twining roots
He was all branches
and bark
Sticky fluids oozing
all over the place
Disgusting really

All she’d wanted
all she was looking for
Was someone
a little something
To fill in that hallow space
inside her
Just a little tick
for her tock
A yang
for her yin
(She read about that kind of thing
in one of her magazines)

Now look at the crack
in her world
Where everything
in the Universe
Is free to come and go
And time is no longer
linear
And all her symmetries . . .
All her perfect symmetries
are broken