The AngelFall Epic – Canto 7 – Arrival

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The AngelFall Epic

The dwarves of Rhûn were stoutly striking iron hard
Upon their anvils, bellows blowing, blows which jarred
The arms to twist and turn the metal in the fire –
Red hot – it obeyed the dwarven smith’s desire.
Unease tugged at the man-heart of Dundolin
High-manned he the watch-tower, and stood therein.
He scanned with eyes now weary from the ending watch
Relief was near. And looking round he saw a patch
Of scant autumnal colours wave their raggéd leaves
Upon the hills. Just so do lazy summer seas
Swell gently with the fluctuations of the tide.
And soon the wintry blasts will strike the mountainside
Throw snowy blankets deep around to put to sleep
The growths surrounding everywhere the dwarven keep.

Dundolin was the nephew-born to Unwin, King
Of Dwarvish folk in Rhûn. King Unwin sought to bring
Dundolin up as heir – for he had took no wife

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The AngelFall Epic – Canto 6 – Gateway

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The AngelFall Epic

Kip’s feet were standing ‘pon some massy stone
A circle floor – reclining ‘mongst the stars alone.
Upon the circle-floor, stood there a portal barred.
Its stone foundation hovered in the midst of stars
Like some strange moon. Upon this rock now stood the three –
Two stood before the entrance gazing fixedly.
The pegasus – the third – looked back along the road
The star-path where of late his faery hooves had trod.
The master watched the door. And Kip he watched the man.
And time stood still – unheeded here. After a span
Of heartbeats the man turned around to face the lad:
“You’re summoned here. To bring you thus we both were bad
To bring you. Now take courage. And with boldness fire
Each high resolve. Your portal waits. I will retire.”
Kip then asked the man his name. The man replied
“Uriel.” Uncommon name! Kip next…

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The AngelFall Epic – Canto 5 – Star Path

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The AngelFall Epic

Across the paths where angels stride, the flying horse
So surely made its way, and flying its set course
To some end-goal, some distant object out of sight
Its handsome coat gleamed luminescent milky-white.
Its riders twain: for Kip was in his teenage years
A fair young man, with courage far above his peers.
Kip, his master, and their horse flew far away.
And Kip looked into regions where the dark held sway.

Into the dark the lights from suns streamed far and near
Blazing as tiny pinpricks in a cloth of sere.
Revolving stately galaxies moved in some dance –
About a hidden axis – but appearing chance
Alone obeyed, the pattern masked. And planets leaped
Across the void in bounds upon the blackness deep.
Or on occasion, seemed to pause to stand and stare
Upon the master, horse and youth who travelled there.
They stared not fiercely, nor…

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