LUNO

LUNO

Part 1: CLOTHO

Slaving away – crafting and molding –

The old creator sits silently sculpting,

A skilled master of his craft.

But in flows a cold draft:

A memory that haunts,

Together, with the fire, it taunts.

He knows the justice will come

For he lies within the atrium

Between guilt and innocence,

His hands he cannot rinse.

The deed was sound,

But he knows he will be bound:

Theft of that which ought to be shared,

For valiance he will be marred.

The craftsman breathes in the omen,

Awaits retribution for altruistic sin,

And returns to his project,

Searching for any defect,

Any mistake or element forgotten.

Before completion he is taken –

He fights – not in opposition,

But in support of his creation,

For it is not yet whole:

The figure contains no soul.

This animate empty shell

To an adverse earth it fell,

Knocked over in the arrest

As the creator screams his best.

Shot from the sky, as if fired from a gun –

A crash – and it slams into the ocean.

Man with no soul, heart with no voice

This is Luno – life is now his choice.

Part 2: LACHESIS

Dropped without intention,

The soulless outcast creation

Left alone – naked and cold –

Luno, with hair of gold,

Skin of bronze and strength of steel,

The one made ideal,

Floats quietly in isolated sea

Watching an eagle fly free,

Admiring the freedom

Swirling like a mocking maelstrom.

The joy of a successful catch,

The anger when talons unlatch,

The love felt for collective kin,

Luno knows he should feel chagrin

As he witnesses true life:

The mixture of mirth and strife.

Waves transport him to shore

From within comes a roar,

The trumpet of a crusade –

Critical of the defect made.

An innate indefinite feeling

Leads to enter the forest burning,

One foot in front of the other,

Compelled toward his father.

This connection unknown

From stitches he had sewn,

Pieces he fit

To the spark he lit –

The father and the son

Long to be one.

And so, Luno searches,

Through forests and marshes,

Over sharp snowy peaks,

To anyone, he speaks:

Following every frivolous lead

With great zeal and speed,

Always to no avail,

Eternally doomed to fail.

Cities expire as years pass,

People break and shatter like glass,

But Luno remains solid.

Death outlasted.

His search had never ceased

Until one day in the east,

Under a strong oak,

A man in a dark cloak,

Accompanied by an eagle bold

With feathers of majestic gold,

Offers a misty solution:

A magnificent talisman –

The Avian Amulet.

A trinket he would not forfeit

Barring a trade.

For his creator, Luno paid,

Perpetual servitude.

Darkness imbued.

Part 3: ATROPOS

Advancing forth from solitude,

Leaving life left blued,

Soaring into the tomorrow

The bards leave hollow

That seers and soothsayers

Blur with shades and colors

That survive the gradual decay

From the fear of today.

Beating faster – wings of gold –

He rises into the cruel cold,

Shattering the empty horizon,

Cutting through clouds broken,

And the forgotten truth left

Burning in the common theft.

The frost on his feathers

Thaw from lung-lit fires,

The fool is finally free

To reveal the lonely;

The brave, valiant martyr,

The raped, veiled father.

The blazing heart way away

Pulling Luno from decay –

A purpose with no meaning,

A life with no ending.

Over seas of soaring snow,

A peak with warm glow –

The spirit that burns

Within the man of irons,

Shackled to brutal boulders,

Stripped of all armor –

Luno zooms through air

In an attempt to spare

From evils furies permit

While the lanterns stay lit.

Yet the father aims to expel

As the sky begins to swell,

Cries over mountain tops

Clash and quickly drop.

Until a flash – silences –

And the cloaked man emerges.

Facing his conversion,

He states his true intention

Of the gilded present

And Luno’s payment:

Eternally cursed to the blue,

Luno is tasked to chew,

To rip and to tear,

Through the father bare

And devour the nature within.

This shocking cycle now begins.

For years through centuries,

Luno doth appease,

Obeying the wicked pact

And the scales of contract,

Destroying his own father

For the raided master,

Feeling nothing – his sin –

Even beside loving kin.

Luno maintains this torment

Until stricken by one sent,

One fated to free the prisoner

And end the incessant torture.

Staring into the heavens

As chains smash – he listens –

Eyes sealed in harmony,

Dreams of impending beauty,

Into the sky, his final song does fly,

Luno liberates his last moonlit sigh.