I : The Melancholic Castle (TMC)

by Dayran

 

 

 

 

And so it began, the story of King Indran,

The beginning of the human race was a dream,

In the heights of the Caucuses, a palace,

Of sandstone and granite, golden in the sun,

Of a Queen who was as ravishing as moonlight,

Where was born to them, six strapping boys,

And five damsels of the loveliest beauty.

The world in which they lived was a beginning,

Of the promises of what we may someday be,

After we have lived in the mediteranean,

Scaled the peaks of the Andes into the Amazon,

Ran with the kangaroo down under, then boomerang

Into the enchanted forests of the Asian peninsular,

Ride through the steppes on the back of stallions,

Slept on rope beds under the Arabic night sky,

Lived among the innocence of beasts in Africa,

Danced to the music of the lute near the yellow river,

Sang in the voices of gnana in the Indic lands,

Then, in the British isles, to see the world in grains,

Of the seeds we have planted of the world, the festivity

We hoped the world would become some day.

A glorious childlike quality we created to feel ourselves,

As friends, lovers, society and the community of the world,

Where Indran shares his dream of the one with the many,

And his wife, the star that guides its destiny to the future.

When the world are as unto them, their children.