Meridians of Melolight

Meridians of Melolight

As published in Reinventing Myths (Mytho-मंथन), Authorspress. December 11, 2016.

–A vagrant figure, heaven-cleft, wailing moons at the feet of a bronze shrine, mourns in shrouded desolation–

SCENE: The break, bleak is cast asunder, cold-ridden by the dawn’s rays; the hallow’d light creeps through the glass roof—spearing spirited veins of the hanging garden’s flora with fire. Existence itself is fickle-caught and suffocating as the thorny flowers drink their dark matter illuminate and strangle the sweetest angel stony without the simplest of thoughts.


I.


    “This
    Penitent temptation
    to curl, unfurled
    As
    Serpent-cursed beggars
    Star-bent, fury wicked;
    With God’s anvil,
    Looming as hoary sin,
    Above them
    And
    Caught between coils of the sun—
    Crushed
    The coin-handlers rest,
    powerless, petrified
    as beads of salt-cracked wine
    Chapped miser’d &
    Poured wanton’d
    upon
    The dread agony of
    Lips that speak of the listless sea:


    Drunk, aloof
    In leagues dark & heavenly damn’d
    —forgotten, enflamed—
    They squirm
    Kissed to crimson decay, rotted.


    I, fated as one
    Chapel’d by this oblivion
    In the blackest of hearts just,
    Walk a-cast the spotted-flames of a leopard,
    Decaled in death,
    If only to know you again.”



II.


    Spiritedness dwindling,
    a fell of wing’d aftermath,
    Corpses & carrion afoul,
    As sparks burst forth discordant
    And He, the vagrant, ensnared,
    speaks His discontents—
    leaf-lost,
    meandering & morose
    In a descent immaculate most.
    His solitude surrenders, serenely;
    dwarf starr’d, white, and dogg’d—
    melancholic, masterful
    His heart howls,
    pierced psychotic,
    And the world
    stares back
    With widow’d hope, triumphant.


    Vexed, this figure crestfallen,
    a Vampyre
    Wrought viscous in virtue-violent,
    & bespoke by blood
    (lawful, chaotic, compassionate)
    Takes to the light,
    Eviscerated—


    A flash,
    A vision—
    A sage inside Him
    speaks fired piety:


    “Rise! Penitent one! Rise!
    for
    That mercy-cruelty,

Split-silver as sacrifice sanguine,

    severed your mortality,
    mangled and matted
    as you were, from brutish hands beating—
    Each wild act, a gift unfathomable,
    scaring you with a sense
    of Justice indomitable.
    So bloodied be, you reaped the hollows of hell,
    And withstood the testament of Samæl [1], glorious.”


III.


    Fire! Fire! Fire!
    The fathomless fright of flesh, malign’d
    by the meridians of melolight;
    Lo! A sinister-sick disregard for self—
    inside Him soars double-down’d
    like a dragonfly, ignited & thrashed amberous,
    Seeking warmth wicked
    Amidst the spark and ash, emblazoned!


    “Burn, beast within,
    Be-lighted by burdens—
    Burn! And be gone, as the pitch black
    Screams murder, murder
    by light’s horrendous hand,
    Cooled betwixt wrath indiscriminate & kind…


    Alone, I stand:
    This wound, willful & wrench’d,
    Wrought by the Sun’s talons eagled
    That tear my sinews clean and constant;
    The anguish a fitting recompense
    for bravery long emboldened and lost.”


    Shadow-felled, sun-beaten,
    Scorched therein—
    That penitent weeper,
    Salvaged! Spared!
    As a vagrant, freed & refuged
    within the suffocatingly sublime & serene
    of darkness, beholden by nightingales and odes, dreamy.
    Yes, yes! Songs sojourn… each lyric of the Just, a-lit perpetual!
    Heed their calls, their symphonies,
    sweet and sorrowful semblances—
    Let go, let reign & unleash
    that unruly star-storm within;
    So shatters his soul tempest-tempered & true,
    As he forces fate’s bondage
    to bow before him and his epithet, written:



“I, Nashir—
First of His Kind, Vampyre;
Kindred of Samæl;
The Sun-Touched Storm-Breaker—
Instauro Vitam [2],
V ̅MMMDCCCXXIV.”


 


[1] Samæl here refers to a mythological figure (an allusion) as well as the name for another character, who himself is a dæmon—that concept having originated from Greek mythology but here has been reimagined within the poem’s story-world as a master species for all supernatural beings/creatures. Each dæmon is a hybrid entity, having access to and being limited by the forms/races that it rules over. Dæmons themselves are a powerful divine essence/identity that coexists with a sentient host. “Samæl” translates as “Venom of God,” and he is the only higher angel in traditional Jewish lore who is both good and evil. Samæl gives the gift of vampyrism to Nashir in order to spare his life and transform him into a vessel of Justice.

[2] Instauro Vitam is Latin for “I renew/restore life.” This term is used within the series to mark the transfiguration date of the mortal into a vampyre much like anno Domini, or rather A.D. It represents the new life and rebirth of the vampyre into the world of the Aristosis, or rather creation itself and the lived universes within the poem’s cosmology.